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I stand on the bridge. I look down at the water below. At this height, the fall won't kill me, but since I can't swim, I know the current will.

The world dims as clouds pass over the sun. The clouds look the way clouds look when it's about rain. I hang my head over the railing, watching the sparkles in the river slowly die.

I dig out the bottle of Xanax from my pocket. I pour the pills over the edge of the railing, and the falling pills make tinging noises as they hit a metal support beam under the bridge. Then the pills hit the water without making a noise, dissolving and drifting far far away from here.

I drop my vape pen in the water, too, then it starts to rain, as if one drop at a time. An oversized glob of rain breaks across my knuckles. 

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