they push and they push and you grow smaller and smaller and every day you put on a face and you smile and you laugh and the people's voices they claw and claw and you wish they would claw straight through to your heart because everyone's listening but no one really hears and you stare down that Cliff At The End Of The World And You Know If You Jump You Can't Come Back But If You Don't You'll Suffocate And You Can't Decide And Your Heart Pounds And They're Gaining And GaInInG AnD GAINinG ANd YOu LOOk BACK AND FORTH AND BACK AND FORTH AND BACK AND FORTH AND BACK AND FORTH AND BACK AND FORTH AND BACK







and the fraying cord sways, and sways,




and sways








and snaps.






























I don't know exactly what happened. Perhaps I never will. Perhaps I shouldn't. I didn't know her as well as I could have, never suspected that anything was wrong, and I beg God that I could turn back time. But I can't, we can't, and we have two choices. We can wail and agonize and wonder what could have happened differently with the people whom we were too late to save. Or we can come together as one, move past our differences, and never again allow a person to fall to their own demons the way one has today.




Yamini, your death will NOT be in vain. May your soul find the peace it could not on earth.