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Nov 2017
Smoke surrounds only the dying people

But they cannot see their fates

They burn their lungs

And poison their blood



Nobody knows they are dead

Nobody cares if they stop

All they can say is “It’s not our fault”



They are addicted to Death

They will perish like green leaves in autumn

It will be the downfall of all humans

And nobody will feel sorry for them



Because it is their fault
This is very personal to me.
Written by
violet brownlee  22/Non-binary/ON Canada
(22/Non-binary/ON Canada)   
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