alwaysbelieving
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We are the generation of thinkers
The generation of reckless drinkers
The generation in which my eyes are appalled and I have opened my mouth to exercise the right I was given
This is America.
I had thoughts on the bus today.
That maybe slitting my throat.
Or even my wrists,
Would be an easy way out.
I imagined the cold blade against my skin,
The warm blood trickling out. Instead,
"Perfection is only attainable through hard work"
Said a guy I knew who had a few screws loose.
"If attained others will go berserk!"
Said the same guy as he was listening to blues.
The word always crosses my mind
