She looked lithe as she danced on the edge of the bridge, twirling and twirling like an autumn leaf falling to the ground. Gracefully she danced, and gracefully she died as she leaped off the bridge… But that was 2 years ago. The first year was spent posturing that her death meant nothing to me. The second year was spent pushing down the feelings I had for her. Forcing myself to believe that her life was petty. But it wasn’t. The impact she had on me to great to forget. Quickly she came into my life, and quickly she left.

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