Happiness is so far away.
Why wait for it, when the ground is closer?
I stared down to the cement below me. This building isn't too hih up, but it'll definitely do the trick.
Trick.
The maghic trick that binds my soul.
I take three deep breaths before dangling my ankle over the edge.
You better be watching, Society.
And they were. There were even people down below calling the cops. To torture me more. I only feel bad for the children.
One...
Two...
Three...
And my conscience slips away...
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Короткий рассказand love had death, who in return made love proud sad short stories written by yours truly fanfic included, along with poetry/slam poetry disclaimer: i dont own any art used that i found from google or used for graphics unedited trigger warning, rea...
