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In youth I sold my days away
Working to be a man
I blindly chose
More sweat than blood
I thought the days were long
instead the nights beat thin
What I earned had no worth
When weighed against past time
Now I gaze at this husk of mine
Accompanied by none
breathing myself to death
On top these burlap sheets
Right now I lay
Alone.
Dreaming to be awake
To take my choices back
To step back into time
To stand among the absent
Past friends that once were mine
To know once more
The days i've missed
Or see another face
Before
I come
to Gasp
My last
Breath
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I wrote the piece as a bit of a cautionary tale to people who are too eager to grow up and leave their childhood behind.