So when I stood on the highest building in Chicago and looked down,
You were my last thought.
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PoetryI'm sorry to tell you that this story does not have a happy ending. Because the reality of life is happy ending only happen in movies. *a short story about love and sucide*
Eleven
So when I stood on the highest building in Chicago and looked down,
You were my last thought.
