She stood there, rope in hand. Did she really
want to kill herself, she thought, as she threw the
rope over one of the roof beam?. Was life
really that bad?
Yes, it was, she thought. There was no
talking herself out of it this time.
She stood on the chair, and waited for just
the right moment. Was that right moment now?
One foot off the chair, one foot on. Did she
really want to leave her friends behind,
forget about it all. There was so much in life
she had not done yet.
She put her foot back on the chair, and thought a
moment longer. A light came on, the door came
open, pushing the chair further.
Her thoughts became memories,
and nothing mattered anymore.
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