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Deviance

I’m taking the road that I feared the most. They call it deviance, I call it hitting the dead end. They fear what the world would say, while I stand here with a puddle of red at my feet and lungs filled with poison. They stand there on the other side of bridge, watching me. I stand here, pushed to extremes, with no choice left but to take this leap.

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