She stood there on the bridge looking at the vast expanse of ice
She had worked the dirty streets of this dirty town and in turn she became dirty
Her father never was around and there were no warm memories of her mother
At the age of 14 when she was hungry and the quarterback had thrown her five bucks for some fun
She had determined her fate
You see no one stopped to ask her why she was doing what she was doing
They just sneered
But it was either some humiliation or food and her human nature never let her choose
But now she was on this bridge looking out and wondering why
She had already gotten every disease she could possibly get from this life
So when she knew she was going to die anyway prolong it?
No she would make it clean simple not on a hospital cot with tubes poking out of her
And so she jumped feeling the air rush past her
And for the first time in over 20 years of her long hateful life she smiled
The ice was so pretty she thought
And then she met it
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2007-03-05
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