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Life in a shell,

A truth for a nail,

Pieces of each,

Kills us slow as a snail.

We have kids,

Wish them the best,

Give what we can,

They end up in a mess.

Galactic heroes,

Avenger want to be’s,

Ironman crusades,

And life’s must see’s.

Not all kids are bad,

Not all are too blame,

Some live a life,

As if it were a game.

Drugs can kill,

Or even worse,

Keep you a live,

Until you wish you were.

What does a parent do?

What can a parent say?

When closed ears abound,

In a life so far away.