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the cold wind hit his back as he walked down the street. heartbreak sat on his shoulders; tears fluttered from his soft brown eyes.

she broke up with him, just like that. it didn't even matter that he was bisexual. apparently, being even a little gay was too much for her to handle.

kill yourself, loser

was it even worth it? he lost his best friend, and then his girlfriend (well his ex now). did he have anything left to live for? god, why was life so god damn confusing.

he hated cliffs with a passion. this was the only way out, and he knew it was true. that fact didn't stop him from gagging while looking at the water.

he closed his eyes, and got ready to fall.

"jaren?"

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