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Slow burning and thick is the smoke in my lungs. A death wish in the end, a refreshment of poison that enters my bloodstream. Youth of less than 30, 20, and even 18; all of us are just searching for happiness and enjoyment in life, since everything is just so ****** Ignorance is truly bliss. Yet my generation is acquiring negative knowledge so quickly. All of us grew up too fast to enjoy our youths in an uncorrupted way. Our innocence has been robbed by those older than us. Our happy places aren't the movies, dances, or skate rinks; they're bottles of liquid poison and capsules full of assorted chemicals which induce false emotions for a few hours. To be ignorant and clueless is to be truly happy.
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC
Wasted Youth
Slow burning and thick is the smoke in my lungs. A death wish in the end, a refreshment of poison that enters my bloodstream. Youth of less than 30, 20, and even 18; all of us are just searching for happiness and enjoyment in life, since everything is just so ****** Ignorance is truly bliss. Yet my generation is acquiring negative knowledge so quickly. All of us grew up too fast to enjoy our youths in an uncorrupted way. Our innocence has been robbed by those older than us. Our happy places aren't the movies, dances, or skate rinks; they're bottles of liquid poison and capsules full of assorted chemicals which induce false emotions for a few hours. To be ignorant and clueless is to be truly happy.
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC
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