His Final Goodbye
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Matthew stood at the edge of the roof of the First Canadian Place building in Toronto, Canada. Looking down at the ground, tears streaming down his face he sighed. "Today's the day...", he whispered. Thinking back to the letter he left neatly folded on his pillow. He wondered if anyone would care. 'Probably not. They didn't care before, why would they care now?", he thought. Matthew closed his eyes and began to lean forward, his tears continuing to fall like a small river down his face......
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