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My heart sighs deeply,Heavy and calm,fluttering sleepily.I close my eyes,Gathering them closeI try to pick out the lies.
We are the generation of a new millennium.Be proud?Our title could’ve been better, it sounds pretty corny,I looked online, no one seems to think thatWe’re going to be the ones that save the world
I am a weak, depressed, lost, little girl who is not capable of anything.
and I refuse to fly free and believe in the fact that
one day I will become of worth and somebody you will remember.
It was once physical
Others were considered property
Now it is social
Others are considered inferior
So since we can't control what they think
We control what they do
