A girl walks through the deserted streets

crying out for something, anything


Waiting for  the right time

to strike

She stands still

the clock nearing

time stops

she drops

and makes the hasty decision

she strikes

and leaves her problems

behind her

The world fades around her

and she realizes what she's done.

She smiles

Because she knows

that she made the

right decision

to disappear

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