Poem of my life
All the days people time me I could die, But I wonder why. Knowing that all my life I have a smoke everyday hopefully someone one will help me one day for the rest of the days. But I know all my life knowing people telling me if I don't stop smoking all my life I will die. Finding my resting place inside a grave, wondering why I smoked in the first place in this time. People will cry and people will die from loosing or smoking all there life, So if you realized people are helping you all your life giving you signs telling you, It's not your time to die from smoking all your life.