April 16, 2009
Is death my only choice?
In this life with out a voice?
My smiling youth,
has failed to mention
adult hood is much like a miserable detention.
For I am much like you,
But I havent a clue
Why I move backwards
as everyone races forwards.
Am I broken beyond repair?

Or can I continue to breath this stale air?

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