The attempt.

My whole life has been a suicide attempt.

No one can blame the end on me for a life unkempt.

Right?

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I've seen too many people hurt by the easy way out.

I'd feel guilty for my parents, friends, ex-lovers.

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So, I smoke.

I drink.

I drive my car too damn fast.

I do blow.

I fight strange men.

I fuck strange women.

I drink my coffee black.

Stealing grains from the hourglass.

Substitute adrenaline for happiness.

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With a smile carved on my face.

Can a heart keep up this pace?

This is my life, my attempt. My secret disgrace.

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