A short story

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OK, so theres this guy
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and everyday he does the same old thing
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he lives on the top of this tall building, in some cement jungle
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and after a long meaningless day or work
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he waits
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he waits in traffic
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and he waits at every stop light
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hes always patient
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and when he comes to the elevator
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its always occupied
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so he takes the stairs
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and when hes about halfway up
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he looks down
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and thinks whats the point?
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and wants to jump off
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but hes worked so hard to be where he is
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at least
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if he is going to kill himself
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he wants everyone to notice
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so he climbs higher
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and higher
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and by the time he has built up enough courage to jump
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he is faced with his front door
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he sighs
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and opens it.
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the end.