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Caged

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.

Thoughts?

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