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No Longer

No longer doing what he wants to do 

    Now 

      He starts doing what he needs to do

 

He bled

   And now

     The whimsical kid is dead


No longer allowed to dream dope

No longer allowed to cling onto hope

No longer allowed to waste time

No longer allowed to play it safe

No longer allowed to escape

He accepts his fate

As he heads into the fray.


-CH 12/6/25

 
 
 

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