Generations Part 1

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At times,

It's painful to look at my phone

Background their faces

Hopeful eyes with dreams not yet shattered

Love undaunted,

bound to me,

by blood.

A heavy obligation

Wrought upon my own doing

during a time

My eyes held hope and

my heart

Pliable with dreams

Which have never come.

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