I saw a man die today. I don't profess to know why, only how. Whatever the reason he felt it necessary to end it all. But I don't have a problem with this. People die every day by their own hand, someone else's, or Mother Nature.
Look, Mr. Drama, If your last act on this earth is to kill yourself that is your prerogative. Do everyone a favor though and don't do it in public. You almost landed on people. You almost landed on children. You missed, however, and only damaged a tree, but mentally you scarred dozens of people who had to witness your body unceremoniously flump onto the ground.
You prick. How dare you. Be glad I, and nobody there, will ever know your name. You will always be that thoughtless guy who ruined a Monday for everyone; all the reasons why you did the act unknown, uncared for, and forgotten.
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