TODAY
WHERE DRUGS AND CIGARETTES RISE,
HUMANITY AND KINDNESS DIE,
THEY ENCOURAGED THE VAPE THAT CLOUDED THEIR MINDS,
BUT HATED THE PURIFIER THAT CURED MINDS.
THE STIMULANT THAT EASES ONE'S PSYCHE,
IS WORSE THAN THE SMOKE FORM A BIKER'S BIKE,
IF DRUGS CAUSE THE DEATH OF ONE'S LIFE,
WHY BE SAD AND MAKE YOURSELF CRY.
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