She's walking on a bridge,
Silently with voices which harshly hiss.
There are flowers below her,
They sway in bright pastel softness,
Her lamenting heart awakens,
Desiring for comfort,
Which maybe the flowers will be able to provide,
So she leans over,
All the more towards them.
Her eyes close and she smiles,
For the last time,
She'll lay in comforting light.
Her heart too beats excitedly,
Or maybe only to her,
She feels the wind in her hair,
The voices have stopped hissing.
They are lulling now,
Making her smile even more.
She thinks about how everything will end now,
The pain will stop hurting now,
She won't have to care now,
It won't hurt so much anymore-
She's going to be fine-
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