3/4 of the Way Down
"I can fix it!
My life
My Friends
My scars
I can fix them
It didn't have to end like this
I could've gone out with a bang
Instead of a splash
Now I'll never know my baby brother
I'll never know what a kiss feels like
I'll never be walked down the aisle
It was a permanent solution
To a temporary...."
*Splash*
She died
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