Rambunctious thoughts race through a mind already cluttered with worries.
He wonders if this will relieve his pain, brought on by years of abuse.
He shifts his feet curiously on the edge, still not allowing his eyes the freedom of glancing at the street below.
His balance is almost lost when the wind blows in flurries.
He has been a ticking time bomb all these years, and now they have lit his fuse.
Pedestrians gather at the bottom of the building, ready for the gruesome show,
Then, he
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m
p
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Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 11:19 PM UTC
Rambunctious thoughts race through a mind already cluttered with worries.
He wonders if this will relieve his pain, brought on by years of abuse.
He shifts his feet curiously on the edge, still not allowing his eyes the freedom of glancing at the street below.
His balance is almost lost when the wind blows in flurries.
He has been a ticking time bomb all these years, and now they have lit his fuse.
Pedestrians gather at the bottom of the building, ready for the gruesome show,
Then, he
*j
u
m
p
s.*
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