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I've tried to kill myself.
Death is quite easy with faulty DNA.
One shot should do the trick.
By morning I'll be gravely sick.
Then what will my friends say?
If God happens to be on my side
Satan is clinging onto my back
Tugging my spine to keep me on track
And yet, I drop a coin in exchange of pride.
Why am I trying to kill myself?
Sure, daddy ducked out
Before we could throw baseballs.
My mom sacrificed her all
So I would never be in doubt.
Yet, here I am with this drink in hand.
What a wonderful night for self-deprecation.
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Self-deprecation may be realization of a sinister that is a critical plight in one's life where a man attempts to kill rather repents that his life is trifle and immoral like a beast in a man's skin. Faulty DNA is aberration of the chromosomes resulting in mutation and disease, disorder and deformity that create a feeling of stress and agony leading self deprecation. A character may be killed in illusion with volley of conflicts. A nice poem of subtle ideas that requires a lot of explanations.
Jun 30, 2020
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