The Devil

They tell me I’ll die young.

I’ve cried now I embrace the thought.

“You’re a liability.” they say.

Aren’t we all, I think to myself.

I’ll never have what you have.

But who does?

How short is short?

Short enough to have time to enjoy it.

Who am I?

Nobody.

At least when the devil plays his tune I won’t have to be here.

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