Addicted to hope
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Last published Sun, Jun 28, 2015
Our generation is the next performance, in the theatre of endless conformance
Pointless conformities that ruin communities.
The optimism of our youth is wasted on the stern reality of truth, Us teens living vicariously through the eyes of imagination just to be put in a terrible categorisations.
Forever lasting pain stuck in our poised brains. Eating away at our sanity
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