Once his life was a silly game
until a life-long dream became
a famously true story
sparkling with glitter and glory,
Anthony's wit was his finest charm
never raising any alarm.
Charting sites once unknown
he went boldly, alone,
a calm exterior, broken inside
his heart had no place to hide,
pretending, with his sly grin,
until committing the mortal sin.
The chef's congenial task;
always be mindful, wear no mask,
present the most delectable
side of yourself, without reflecting
some awesome pride,
we ask why? Suicide.
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