Edge Of The World

There's a girl standing at the edge of the world.
Her hair blows
In the cold,
Unforgiving wind.
The darkness below, endless.
Her toes are poised over the edge
Like a ballerina, ready for the
Routine
Except she is falling from grace, not
Towards grace;
She glances back at the world she's about to leave:
What does it have to offer her?
Famine.
Disease.
Pain.
Loss.
Death.
The darkness seems
Welcoming now.
The nothingness; peaceful.
The darkness; forever.
She closes her eyes
And jumps.
Someone would catch her.

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I tried a different style; please review!

.theSCREAMINGgoblin.