Eyes closed, I listen. Listen to the voices that are talking, talking, talking.
Yelling, yelling now, from the inside out.
Telling me to stop. Telling me to go.
Laughing. Crying. Dying.
I drown in the words, sucking them into my lungs, burning like a raging fire.
It'd be a beautiful ending they'd say. What a rush, what a thrill. It draws me closer, turning off the sounds from the outside.
The freedom is so enticing, I shut off the outside voices and wrap the warm thought of infinity around my soul.
The air grew colder, but time slowed, teasing me with forever as the ledge disappears. I looked down for the last time at escape before darkness took me to oblivion.
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Isabella Walker
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