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"Estimated over 6,000 dead"-Baltimore Sun October 1, 2001



Looking at the flames dropping above me,

Staring at the abyss below,

So many emotions going through me,



                     What do I do?



I see all these people jumping;

I don't understand what they're doing,

Killing themselves seconds earlier,

I run down the stairs,



                     A brick falls on me.



My head begins to bleed,

The blood soaking my clothes,



                     Making my body all red.



With so many floors below me,

I tell my self I will never jump,

I will never give in.

I try to run down the stairs,



                     But my legs won't take me.

I see that I can never make it,



                     I find the nearest window.



I fly,

The thoughts of my last seconds,

Are of my mother,



                     Crying that I'm gone.