Poisoned Choices, Lead to Silenced Voices

Every secret thought,

Every little dark sin,

All that knowledge was for naught,

As the battle lies within.



It's those small temporary highs,

It's those sorrowful addictions,

As they tear apart their lives,

They creep closer to extinction.



It's their cry of rebellion,

But what to rebel against?

All they are is one more felon,

Who sits beyond an electric fence.



This is one my hopes, one of my many prayers,

That none should be like them in a world so unfair.

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