Time is Short

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Time is short, approaching death.
And with each cigarette, I’m losing breath.
My path is set, my choices made.
The glimmer of childhood starts to fade.
This world, as I have come to learn,
will cause the weak to crash and burn.
There is no place for the boy in me,
society has caused him to turn and flee.





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