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Disclaimer: English is not my first language. Implicit(?) content. The Horizon was setting, casting the sky in a deep purple, not unlike the scars marring his skin, near his chest. He sighs, hot puffs of smoke escaping from his lips, painting the night sky in a subtle touch of white as he leans back, head hitting the brick wall. He could jump. It was easy, too easy even. He was on the twentieth floor, instant death was he to make up his mind. He grits his teeth, cigarette slowly falling down, until it disappears entirely from view, down to ...
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