Whoopsie.

All my love in life is for naught.

All my loves in life have nothing in me begot.

I am dead inside, and my eyes tell the tale,

Locked inside a mournful vale.
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Melvina has denied me. My only other love besides her has nothing to do with me, for she has found another more... 'average' individual. Now, I want nothing more than nothing. Void, a pitch black void, is what I seek now. I've drownt myself in alchohal, and now wander the streets. My travels lead me upon a balcony, where I lean against and ponder my thoughts, and a way to escape them, forever.
Then, it hits me. Like lightning, like the speed of sound, the thought hits me. Death, death, and more death. It's upon this new percievance that I climb aboard the balcony railing... it's so high from up here, and yet I am not fearful. This is what I wish, with all my might, now. How could I live with so much sorrow and despair in my soul now? Women have filled me with darkness, and I've done nothing, nothing to them to seek the darkness out. I am but an unfortunate victim of temptation. Melvina tempted me... oh, she was, -is-, so beautiful... if I could but see her once more.

My foot falters. Perhaps suicide is not for me.

Yet fate has it no other way. After all, the railing was simplery with rain.

Whoops. Fallen.