Leaping Off High Buildings

...I have no explanation for this. But it's a cross between a poem and a story. I think.

Standing on the ledge,

You look down and get

A rush of adrenaline,

Your parents screaming

From down below. You can

Barely hear them from up here.

Your sister disappeared to

Who-knows-where a while ago.

You don't know where your

Brother is. He didn't come.

You're back to staring down, now,

And you can't quite stop.

You wonder what it would be

Like to die. And you-

The End

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