#0144. There is a great waterfall and I walk on the bank of the river feeding into it, desperately conscious to not hurtle myself into the water. Every few yards I wonder if I'm still far enough away that, were I to fall in, that I could swim against the pull of the falls. I feel like some internal force is going to drive me into the water against my waking will. I want to die, but not like that.
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