Is it that he was guilty of his actions, or that he was just done.
Done with life,
His body,
His mind,
His words,
His actions,
Everything.
And that's why, on the night of his birthday, he looked out at the moon, tears streaming down his face, he whispered,
"There's no reason for me to be in this awful place."
And then he jumped.
The rope got tighter as he squirmed,
His feet flying in directions faster than light,
Before it stopped.
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𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 | 𝐏.𝐉𝐌
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