What is the life?
Something while
Born and death?
I can hardly breath.
Where are good things?
It has to exist, I think.
What is the pleasure?
Money? Not sure it is.
I just want to feel
Smell of green weed
That’s all what I need
I’m not greed.
What is the life?
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