Vices

You feel the quality of your life slowly slipping away
every moment of every hour of every day.
It has gotten to the point where it is way too late
to give up the vices which put you in this most unhealthy state.
Your liver is destroyed, your lungs barely work on their own,
and that annoying pain you once felt has grown and grown.
In this state, bed ridden for years you will lay
and it didn't at all have to ever play out that way,
but you surrendered to your vices, and now you must pay.

healthrhyme

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