Written on November 4, 2025
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The man in the elevator broke my heart When he told me his story from the start. A story of loss, sending chills down my spine, Still I didn’t complain and I didn’t whine. His tale brought me to my knees, so chilling It felt like his whole heart he’d been spilling His wife had left him for another, his brother The second son of his dear, beloved mother What he discovered, when she left him for good Was that his heart and soul was misunderstood The man in the elevator, I came to the conclusion Was just a bit confused, living a fantastical illusion!
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