My cigarette burns as my ashes form.
Thinking about this life we've all earned.
My mind wonders as time ticks by.
Children growing while Elders die.
Life can be so bleak, life can be so mean.
Life can be so sweet and give people their dreams.
Life can grow like a plant and turn into a tree.
Why cant everybody grow into this tree?
Why must we suffer and scream why me?
Why cant we be happy and not feel misery.
Why cant we love this life thats come too be?
Im not too sure if its life or if its just me.
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