Final Thoughts ✔️

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SAYING GOODBYE

This was it.

I was going to do it.

I was going to leave this painfully chaotic mess behind.

Everything was ready.

I had already said goodbye—or wrote it really. I had left it right where they would be able to see it, on the kitchen table, exactly where mother sits every morning for breakfast.

Mother.

No. I can't think about her or about anyone else, only the pain that they caused me, and how badly it hurts. I need this. I need to get away, and this is the only way out.

I was ready to go, my paper sat right on the table. I had said a lot of things in that letter, but they would only see it if they truly looked.

Dear family,

I know you're scared.

This is not your fault.

I just can't take it anymore.

So don't come looking for me.

There isn't anyone who could find me.

I have to go.

My mind is made up.

Everything happens for a reason.

Know that I do this with acceptance, and sensibility.

I'm sorry.

For everything.

-Anna

I knew that they would come look for me anyways. But no one other than I had ever been here, where I am right now, in years. The last place I stand before I go.

Before I fall.

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