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I'm such a stupid clown.
Jumping in front of a car or a tall building, and seeing myself as a soul rising from my dead body.
Looking at my lifeless body, I remember feeling a surge of affection to it, making me feel sad for destroying my body in such brutal way.
Then God, or some angel, shows up right beside me, he asks if I feel regret for what I did.
Even though I feel bad for seeing what I did to my body, I answer that "I'm glad I am dead because my life was worthless anyways."