February 24, 2008
She stands there, looking at the waves crashing on the rocks
thinking about the life she left behind.
So high up
the cool ocean brezze hits her face
and through her thick black hair.
She waits
and ponders
how her friend and family will miss her
she questions
was this the solution to her problems
so many problems
only one solution
steps closer and closer to the edge
sharp rocks await her at the bottom
one more step 'til the end
but a force stop her
like soft lifting arms pull her away
doesn't resist
turns around walks towards home
back to her old life
never to return here again.

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