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Every single morning I wake up, and look at the window. The sun is never up, but I enjoy the view. I stare out into the New York skyline. I see my emotions in the buildings, my thoughts in the stars, my problems in the street lights, and him in the sky. All of this every morning at 2:13 am.
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"It's easier to show yourself to the world than hide your true self," I narrowed my eyes at the camera, and it seemed it was glaring back. If that's even possible. "So you find jumping off skyscrapers, bridges and high buildings is the solution to your depression?" "I do not have depression. This is simply for the thrill and adrenaline." An evil smirk crept it's way around my face. "That's why they call me The Not-So-Suicidal Jumper!"

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