1653...We're all up on the 16th floor. When everyone is asleep, it feels like I'm the only one here. It feels like I am the only breathing creature in the entire building. Feeling like the only one comes along with trickling ideas of ending everything. If I soared through the sky from the 16th floor, nobody would know...until I land on something with a *plop*
But then, I look at the other people. They're condition is physically worse than mine, yet they are fighting to live. Me right here, with low blood sugar, low red blood cell count, a loveless mind, and a heart made of concrete is thinking of giving in. That's pathetic. But I say to myself, it was only a thought. Only.
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