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Walking along the beaten path, the fall sun shines on me like a warm bath.  This forest is the last.   I am alone,  I am one with the world.  I feel the heart beat of a thousand creatures, 
I'm all alone on this rainy, cold and empty street.  Where have you gone? Do you still care about me? Look i see a light on! I'm limping up to the door hoping to find you there.
Call of duty, 1944. Old Uncle Sam knocking at the door 18 years old, a boy soon a man.
We are drowning in a world that is filled with sorrow
  Our future depends on US.
Generation Z Labeled as the generation with limited potential
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