Jun 2017
your desire since you were a child was to be a singer,
The world gave you cigarettes.
You also wanted to be an astronaut,
The world gave you gravity,
Eventually you grew content enough to lay down on the grass, smoke your mind away, and stare at the stars.
The world gave you cigarettes.
You also wanted to be an astronaut,
The world gave you gravity,
Eventually you grew content enough to lay down on the grass, smoke your mind away, and stare at the stars.
It's never too late to quit.
Written by
Isaac Middleton
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