jumping
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What a feeling it must be,
To fall and tumble and fly so free.
To fling yourself from a rooftop high,
To call your friend and say goodbye.
And beware the man,
dressed in black.
Holding a gun.
Bro, you can’t fly
You don’t even have wings
I’m not saying give up
But please, PLEASE
Stop jumping off of buildings
This is not an action movie
No. You can’t call “Cut”
