He came from the ranks of men,
who gradually gravitated towards oblivion
by sheer and willful ignorance.
He suffers frequent bouts of self-loathe
on moments he swore he wouldn't ever reach.
It is the umpteenth time to swear,
yet on his low moments,
he will be moved by how much he is doing
embrace the noose that took his grandfather away
On the outside he seems like a made-up guy
But broken into smithereens on the inside
How he wishes that things were different
If only he did things differently.
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