A Moment of Choice

Freedom is but a moment of choice.

I’m standing at the edge of a building. I’m four stories up, looking down at what could be the end of me. There is a slight breeze in the air that’s carrying the smell of brick oven pizza from down below. My hands are sweaty, shaking and my heart’s racing. I try to slow its pace by taki

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