The wind blows my hair. I’m standing on the edge again, gazing down upon the jagged rocks below. Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to jump?

The tears rolling down my cheeks burned like a thousand hot knives impaling my flesh, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional pain I was feeling. My heart was broken, my soul was gone and so was any form of self-worth or life purpose I had left.

I desperately wanted to jump. What was the point in living if I had lost all my purpose?_ Life sucks… I just want to die…_

Taking a step towards the edge, I felt my heart rapidly pound. What if I regretted it once I jumped? It would be too late for me at that point. But… I didn’t really care.

Another step forward. I took another step forward. Closer than ever before.

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Just a few more steps until it’s over… just a few more steps… and it’ll all be over… keep going…

Death was the prize motivating me to move my feet, so I did. I moved until I was off the edge, falling down to my inevitable doom, falling… falling… falling…

Until I wasn’t. Everything went black. I was finally dead.