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Sweeeeeeet. The air around my body is flying with me. The sidewalk is inching towards me. Every thrust I take towards the ground, The sweatier I get. I hope death takes me kindly, and not just break my leg. The class mates overhead look dumbfounded. They never had the courage. The fools who cut their wrists, were too weak to do it. Yes, the action I am doing, is suicide. And boy is it great. I will always be remembered, not because the impact of my body will be implanted to the sidewalk, but because I did it during third period Math class. I got up, asked the teacher if I could open the window, Then jumped backwards. I waved