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By birth I’m Gen Z, that’s true,
but their strange standards I just can’t do.

I can’t be polite and abusive in one breath,
or worship celebs like they gave me life or death.

I won’t wear brands just to prove I belong,
or sip on a drink and call culture strong.

I can’t post my life just for Instagram views,
or cry “period, slayy” when I’ve nothing to lose.

I won’t call lust love, then hashtag “forever,”
or stage breakups in reels, claiming “healing’s so clever.”

So yes, I’m Gen Z by time and by name,
but with a little common sense, I don’t play that game.
Wtff wrong with most of the people nowadays they just live to showoff things. I'm just afraid about the future Generation. Well all the people aren't like this but few with words period and slay make me feel so high that I wanna punch their faces literally they literally lack common sense and they introduce new thing like benching situationship *** are they??
  Jul 8 apricot
Immortality
The Lily looks up,
the Moon gazes back,
both knowing well,
they will fall,
soon.
I remember the full moon night last year, lighting up my terrace. The flower plant looked sooo beautiful!!
One flower was shining exceptionally bright, its face turned up toward the moon, as if it was shyly glancing at it.
Such a magical moment it was!
  Jul 8 apricot
Elizabeth Foley
Lily was a pretty girl
With eyes a shining blue
And copper hair, much like the sun,
With an infectious smile, too

Top of her class in college
Men would stare as she walked by
And when her friends laughed at her jokes
No one could hear her sigh

Imitation was her flattery
Everyone knew her name
And of course it was no party
Unless beloved Lily came

Her family was perfect
Fully virtuous through and through
Making generous donations
To match each of Lily's red-backed shoes

So each day she returned from school,
To her mansion of a home,
Ignored the pestering phone calls
And sat quietly, all alone

Til one day Lily returned
Placing a note upon the shelf
Quietly grabbed her father's gun
And loudly killed herself
My Lily flower,
you are beautiful
and you have
yet not blossomed.

My Lily flower,
I water your soul,
in hope that you grow
without a single problem.

My Lily flower,
one day you
will blossom
and be the
most beautiful
flower in my garden.

My Lily flower,
I hope that you
know i think of
you for hours .

you eliminate
my pain
and awaken
a smile
on my face
my Lily flower.
  Jul 7 apricot
Bryan
my most toxic trait is thinking

     everything will work out.


haven't died yet

     must be doing something right or

getting very lucky.
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