She went for it,
She made the leap.
She had never been more at peace
To escape this monstrosity was all she ever wanted
The moon ,screaming silently called for the clouds, to break her fall
But she was gone, the sun couldn’t have stopped it
But was there any regret? asked the stars
Pain made it disappear ,said the wind.
Stroking her cheek for the last time.
No breath, no crying, no friends to call mine.
But she broke away from this reverie , 
 with tears in her eyes , 
hoping for this to be true soon.

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