Future.

Observe the young children.

Laughing

Playing

Shouting

Happy.

Soon some will crave

a drink or two

a smoke or two

a lovely high

a dull needle

a brusie from a lover

multiple lovers.

Some will want to slit their throat

Some will do it.

Some will slit other's throats.

Their future is creeping upon them

but what can you do?

what can you do?

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