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The Age old Problem

In our youths Whose job was it to inspire fear? To imprint awareness beyond our years; Just a clear explanation And our expectations perhaps, Perhaps, Wouldn’t be all in tatters around here In our youths Why did no one tell us we’d have to face uncomfortable truths, And how to teach ourselves to just Be ourselves, for no other sell than to feel well.. Our brains are now spent Lying face down, pissed in new streets, Just another dent in this generation of freaks

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