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6.Β your muse finds mine standing at a bridge, ready to jump
She despised this side of her , the feeling of apathy singing in her veins the indifference , the nihilism all floating to the surface. The numb feeling always rubbed her the wrong way , the result of the mass genocide of emotions in her wake.Β
A frown was branded onto pale lips as she forced herself to believe she was still right , that she was doing the right thing. People where the worst , all thinking the same it was in their nature to manipulate.Β Selfish creatures.
A sigh left her in frustration , she needed to clear her head. She took another step closer , feet just along the edge shifting her weight slightly , hollowly observing the waves moving in the murky water bellow. There was a chuckle void of amusement as she attempted to take another step out , her pulse was raising wither or not it was the adrenaline or fear she wasnβt sure.Β At least sheβd clear her head of the numbness this way.
βΒ Β Letβs fly for a bit shall we ?Β β