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His breath was heavy in his mouth. He found the loneliness exhausting. He was cut off from those he loved and hated. He was trapped in a never-ending circle of unhappiness and exhaustion. His only companion was the beating of his heart. It ceaselessly conveyed some deeper understanding, some light yet unfound. He wrote maniacally pounding his keyboard, hoping someone heard his inner grievance. The others in the office stared at him in strange wonderment. It was as if he was an animal of no deeper sense of being than the computer which stared blankly at his soul.
How long he had been in this brainless depression he did not know. All he knew was that he wanted some exit to claim him. Almost any exit would do. He looked around his cube to a pen knife he had to repair the dilapidated window next to his cube. He picked it up and rubbed it against his skin; he loved the cool stillness of it. It was his only escape from the impending reality which hung heavily over his cube.
He ran his hands through his hair. He watched the flakes of dandruff as they fell slowly from his scalp onto the keyboard. He looked at his wrist. The veins moved ever so slightly tempting him wanting him to rid them of their work. He took the penknife and stuck it into his vein. The blood slowly pumped out in some obscene ritual. It was rhythmic and hypnotic. He heard keyboards pounding in other cubes, no one talked it was not allowed. They were dancing the corporate dance of mistrust and hate.
He felt the first blood cold against his pants as new blood quickly replaced it and warmed him once again. He saw the blood dance across the keyboard of his mortal enemy. He started to feel a little weak. He smiled it was like in the 70�s when smoked weed. He hallucinated about lost loves and weak remainders of happiness. He looked at the clock it was 5:00. He heard people turn off their computers and start to bitch about their jobs. He heard women calling children and men calling wives. He felt his head hit the keyboard and he heard the monster beeping.
He heard a woman scream. Carol he thought. Once they had fucked in the copy room after hours. She was a rotund woman with a huge belly. He didn�t care. He was horny he fucked the hell out of her.
He thought he saw a light, he wasn�t sure and at that moment with carol leaning over him, he passed and remembered what happiness truly was.