C cigarettes hold my breathe hostage, never allowing me to feel in control of my lungs.

A alcohol pulls me to it’s bottle, winning the evil temptation, with every sip.

G girls, naked and smashed, lit and loose. The distractions of beautiful breasts and poooor choices, fill my nights.

E emptiness that terrifies me, from my own denial and irresponsible mistakes.

D death, what feels like the only decision. Depression set in and purpose looses all control.

Life is a series of choices.

The ones you choose will write your legacy.


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“It is not the the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind.”
― Aisha Mirza


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