I smoked stale cigarette
And my tongue went numb
Then smoke curled around me
As if I were someone
I let it fall to the ground,
Sparks lit, then going out
Just like the person I was before this.
I’m not worried now
About the smoke in my lungs,
Because you know it is said
Only the good die young
And I am not someone
Who is qualified
To be good, or to die
Thank you, Universe
For making me strong
For making my life last this long
And for all of the pain and trials
You have put me through,
It has hardened me,
So I give thanks to you
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