The touch of the wind through her linen blouse
The fiery orange rays of the setting sun
The last look of hopelessness around the house
The final silent goodbye to every loved one

The dread as her feet climb the last flight
The momentary adrenaline thrill on the ledge
The defeated feeling after losing the long fight
The mocking voices finally pushing her over the edge

The cold wind rushing against her face
Giving the momentary illusion of freedom
She might as well be floating gracefully
For the paradoxical feeling of utter calm

The last moment of impact came too soon
Her last thoughts were of an indescribable euphoria
There she lies broken under the silver moon
Finally achieving something, finally victorious

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