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Oct 16
The construction man's tears fade as he embraces the call from the edge of the building.
Pressure pressure PRESSURE from the boss to get it done.
Is this what they wanted?
The voices of coworkers behind him screaming at him, trying to get him away from the ledge, but he can't hear them now.
He's embraced the fall with an open embrace.
The only thing he cares about now is the sweet silent fall.
The embrace of sweet sweet death.
Written by
RustyHatchet
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