I am staring at the pitch black sea of a city at night…..all the white spots in it are the lights of the building, like a family of pearls in the sea of abyss.
Sigh, at the roof of a 35-storey building, that's me standing all alone, staring down at the bustling road.
Why?
Well, harsh life what else? Here is where I insert the self harm word, the one starting from 's'.
I am hesitating. I don't wanna die but, I don't wanna live either.
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