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Mar 2016
It frightens me
How much time we spend
Focusing on what doesn't matter.
The petty issues that flood my generation.
They all seem to be swimming in the waves.
Fully absorbed in their "pain" and "troubles".
But I am drowning.
Because I'm tired of hearing about
Fashion.
I'm tired of little children crying over
"Love".
I'm tired of all of the self absorbed people in my world.
And soon, I'll gracefully exit.
Sorry for all the venting free verse.
Mary Alexander
Written by
Mary Alexander  The Island of Misfit Toys
(The Island of Misfit Toys)   
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