He rounded the corner,
He had to make the choice,
A 70ft drop; Or a cop.
He could end this misery,
He could end this pain,
By running; of the edge.
Or he could face the cop,
Be locked up for sure,
15-20 years in jail; I'd rather not.
And with one last thought he jumped off,
The river,
Flowing free; he took his life but he saved his freedom.
A choice.
Dead. See.
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