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A second chance.
(this was for a gcse exam question English writing paper 2)
I Wish I Was Given a Second Chance at Life.
The wind lashed against my face, stinging like needles, but I barely felt it. The cold steel of the railing bit into my hands as I gripped it tighter, leaning forward to peer into the abyss below. The river roared, dark and unwelcoming, and yet it called to me.
"Jump. End it. What’s left for you here?"
The voice in my head was smooth, persuasive. It wasn’t cruel—it didn’t need to be. It was calm, factual, reminding me of every failure, every mistake. The promotion I didn’t get. The friends I’d pushed away. The love I’d lost. It laid them out like items on a shelf, neatly categorized and impossible to ignore.
"They’ll forget you anyway. A few tears, maybe. But the world keeps spinning."
I closed my eyes, my breathing ragged. The weight of it all pressed down on me, making my knees buckle. The world felt so vast and uncaring. I...
I Wish I Was Given a Second Chance at Life.
The wind lashed against my face, stinging like needles, but I barely felt it. The cold steel of the railing bit into my hands as I gripped it tighter, leaning forward to peer into the abyss below. The river roared, dark and unwelcoming, and yet it called to me.
"Jump. End it. What’s left for you here?"
The voice in my head was smooth, persuasive. It wasn’t cruel—it didn’t need to be. It was calm, factual, reminding me of every failure, every mistake. The promotion I didn’t get. The friends I’d pushed away. The love I’d lost. It laid them out like items on a shelf, neatly categorized and impossible to ignore.
"They’ll forget you anyway. A few tears, maybe. But the world keeps spinning."
I closed my eyes, my breathing ragged. The weight of it all pressed down on me, making my knees buckle. The world felt so vast and uncaring. I...
