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First Class or Last

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3/12/2017
I've spent my life
building up lies:
prestige, honor, acclaim.

But it all means nothing
when push comes to shove.
Now I know the rules of the game.

Did I waste away
all of those days:
chasing what would not last?

The end comes so fast
And I can't help but wonder
whether I'll spend it
sitting in first class or last.

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