My life was pritty boring to be onist the regular 9 to 5 grind rilly grounded me down and living alone was pritty shity no one to talk to just waking up getting dressed and go to work day in day out with no variation

  Untill one day I was walking my way to work and i herd a loud snapping noise and out of instinct and what do I find bariling at me, a fucking piano in all onisty this is a pritty funny way to go out I'd be laphing if I didn't spend 15 years in the service industry, my only regret was that I wasn't able to complete one pice, and then the world gos black.

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  Well fuck me um.. I guess I will just go with the suggested one.