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I decided to stand on the edge of existence and bring myself to tears.
“Please don’t cry” she said with fake pitty cracking in her voice.

With a calm breeze blowing between life and death my toes traced the sharp corner of reality. My face became hollow and I heard myself scream for the first time.

“I will always hear you” she pleaded for me to come down.

If one thing she told me was true it was anytime she said she hates me. Today she doesn’t want a story to be told so she will love me untill death. All I can think is…
My god, I need to do this before its too late and she changes her mind again.

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