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Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Departing Disp.

My feet pushed the ledge of the wood deck. With the creek of each post I heard my hopes and dreams die out. One by one they faded away and the grass ground faded into view. I could see myself, limbs flailing free in the air, eyes leaving everything really far behind. I had gone, I had left everything here behind and I had found a new world. 

I had found if falling three stories from the deck. I had found it in those magic moments. It was there and I was real for once. 

Their eyes watched with terror but I couldn't see them. 

My eyes were peacefully closed. Shut away from everything that had scarred me.

My body was free and my soul was all that had fallen. 

And my soul had long awaited this moment.

My moment.

My first breath had found me, falling, and I wasn't about to let it go.

With my first and last deap breath, I was gone.

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