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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.
Deep.
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