16 weeks, 1 day, 7hrs and 32 minutes.

Searching through whiskey soaked eyes, hoping life would cut him down so police didn't have to.

He stepped off.

Whatever last decent piece of him he had, was left, wind swept on a platform with unknowing idle eyes watching.

A 'good morning' or a 'hello'. Could have changed his course of action, but the drink spoke to him were others couldn't.

Just another forgotten page from yesterday's news. Imagine what he could have been if he was sober?
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