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As I smoke my cig and take my shot of booze

I realize what i am goning to lose

My life, my goals, all gone

I have lived a thousands years in a month

How much I have changed in that month

I used to be a good, well behaved kid

Look at me now, demented, destroyed, and at a bid

Church used to just be dull

Now my heart is filled with pain as if rammed by a bull

What's happening to me?

What will become of me?

Do I share the fait of those before me who did this?

I turned into everything I hate about a world like this

I have become everything to my friends

Yet, to me I am nothing

I truely am everything and nothing