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The buildings around me stack up like stairs. Then I think, "Could it be?" and look around for someone who cares. When I realize that there's no one, I look again at the stacking buildings. Overcomming me is the need to run. I find myself at the first stair, singing, "Oh, how wonderful is it all!" And off I go...running up the building-composed staircase until, at last, I fall.
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC
The Beautiful Final Fall
The buildings around me stack up like stairs. Then I think, "Could it be?" and look around for someone who cares. When I realize that there's no one, I look again at the stacking buildings. Overcomming me is the need to run. I find myself at the first stair, singing, "Oh, how wonderful is it all!" And off I go...running up the building-composed staircase until, at last, I fall.
jay-vee-arh
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC
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