December 19, 2009
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I smoke with a choke prepared for a stroke.
Under presser from my terrible unbearable friends.
After school we’re breaking the rule, I’m such a fool.
I hate the taste; it’s such a waste, like toxic waste
Instead of smoking dead, I fled from; the scene.
I awake from my dream with a terrifying scream.
Thank God for the guide that he has provided.
Now I won’t die.

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