Waste of Life
Hair brisseling on the back of my neck.
Goose bumps on my arms.
I realize how old i am getting.
Yesterday it seems I had my youth.
Today I feeled robbed of it.
I am scared.
Where did it go, when I die will I get another?
Or did I really waste the only one I have?
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