ReleaseA Poem by Brie-anne GaccioliThis poem was inspired by a guy sitting in a car passing me by. The little things in life count. -Brie-anneA man, sitting in his car.
A green car. Lights up a smoke A pipe of lung cancer, a cigarette. A deep breath he breathes as he consumes thousands of chemicals. Does he know how he treats his body, Does he even care that he is smoking to his death? Fragile. Words he will come to know. like glass, he is cutting into his health. The world he lives in slowly shatters around him. Spinning out of his reach. puff, puff, puff. Away the oxygen he grasps onto... Release. © 2013 Brie-anne GaccioliAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBrie-anne GaccioliChatham, Ontario, CanadaAboutMy name is Brie-anne Gaccioli, I am 15 years old and I've been writing for awhile now... I sing, I write stories, and poetry... I am inspired by things most people miss in life. I am curious in almost.. more..Writing
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