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Generation Z

 

 

"With every exhale, leaves your soul, 

Each puff, won't make your heart whole

The play mates I once knew, have gone,

A shell they’ve become, from life they’ve withdrawn, 

A creature living around your face,

To hide your utter disgrace, 

The deepening color of your lungs, 

Helps you sing your song in silent tongues." - Me

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