4-story

by CorruptedDreamer   Sep 17, 2004


I feel the wind across my cheeks
and the cold of the concrete on my feet
my hair whips around me
i feel it brake inside of me
i throw myself
the wind is whipping my hair back
i see it all as i fall
the ground comes close
only then i close my eyes
i feel a sharp pain and then its gone
i feel darkness all around
now its over and now im done

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