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We are the generation,
Of the irrevocably broken,
Of the dead but walking,
Of the meticulously hidden and the beautiful lost.

We are the generation,
Of popping pills in place of life,
Of accidental overdoses and mixed up meds,
Of orange bottles and white coats.

We are the generation,
Of drinking alone to quench the pain,
Of drugs coursing through our veins to make the sadness go away,
Of needles and shot glasses.

We are the generation,
Of the academically competitive,
Of panic attacks every night,
Of straight A's and hollow eyes.

We are the generation,
Of whispers behind palms,
Of fake smiles to hide the judgement,
Of the hateful and the lonely.

We are the generation,
Of skipped dances and skipped meals,
Of scales weighted heavy with broken hearts,
Of self loathing and heartbreak.

We are the generation,
Of the future.

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 18, 2016 ⏰

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