If you’re ever thinking of jumping off a building, you’re going to have to consider the height of it, after you jump, what if you lived long enough to regret it, already plummeting, your regret extending into eternities, what can save you, maybe inception, you have to close your eyes, think of a better place, a dream in your mother’s arms, but alas we must all grow up, virgins and journeys, the answers to your questions, that bright, burning flame, doomed to smolder and find satisfaction in the earth's embrace, splat, you’re dead, looking ahead, should you still do it?

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