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Mar 2015
An old man asked me why I smoke.
I replied "We're all dying."
He said "You're increasing the speed."
I smiled and said "I'm trying."

We're all dying with every breath
No sense in sweating when or how
It's inevitable. You can't avoid death
So I kneel down and bow

I surrender.

I give up.

You win, Universe.

Just take me.
This was based on an actual conversation I had with an old man tonight while I was having a cigarette outside my work.
Arlo Disarray
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