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a poem i found in my journal

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 Will they ever accept?

All they know is neglect

Disrespect and regret

Because they are subjected to perplexing Pegasus

Fake things they represent

Injected fantasies in their heads

It’s fine to dream

Get money, eat or you're dead.

Inspired by a clown who dropped out and now entertains crowds

They want to duplicate which is why I frown

Or they live with their heads pointed to the ground

Technologies a shark and is the reason we drown

Depression is the bad blessing of kept in confessions

I relate but mine was acquired through heart break

The pills are temporary

Walls put up and pushed over

The results are very scary

In a world now where the government is winning

The end is beginning

I’m roaming free while the schools are fishing

Implanting these traditions with a vision to imprison

We are the youth we are "small and weak"

FUCK what they planted in your head we are stronger than you think

I wish you could all think like me

This is the reason you might not understand

I might be a young boy

But will know more than an old man

Expand your mind instead of closing it off

We are all bombs of beauty; don’t be afraid to let off. 

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