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#millenials
we are the true cursed generation worrying incomers for worried nations we see the world in its darkest colours so very different from our fathers and mothers unfitting cogs into a broken machine grown to hate world that so far has been our planet's on fire from sins of your past we know we are lost, world's not gonna last poisonous air is choking our lungs avoiding conflict and holding our tongues to yank the torch out from your withering hands to purify humanity that begs to be cleansed voice of reason in a cacophony of lies slowly reclaiming the sky full of pies
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Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 8:10 AM UTC
we are the true cursed generation
Love, A word we carelessly throw around, Casually to people we like and some we don't An emotion so rare these days. In a world so corrupt, Families fueled by greed, Betrayal fueled by lust, Frenemies frolicking with lovers We have accepted our fate, We trust too little, Love less, Fake more. So forgive me if I do not say the words back, I am a child of this world, I've learnt all too well, My love is but nothing to be treasured. Or perhaps I too have been corrupted I know not what love is So remind me Of my innocence once lost.
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Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 2:52 PM UTC
Millennial love
half of us #relationshipgoals half of us online dating half of us :ps and lols half in the comments hating the other half soul decorum the other half sniff and listen the other half is all forum the other half huggin kissin
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Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 11:20 PM UTC
hebeh
they all got that new phone that just came out last week and with that and their cars, they have noodles to eat updating their socials while at work at their job and living so "healthy" so wealthy top shelf with a case of Top Ramen and e-books on self-help a whole nation arranged not to think, but consume if this is our future, I'd say we're all doomed
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Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 12:00 PM UTC
The Future Looks Blight (pt.2)
on the interwebs wanking and looking for *** you might get some love if you put down the tech I have been people-watching and the things I observed, have left me much more than a little disturbed our future is doomed as the youth of our nation lack basic skills, like communication clean their cars out for Facebook 'cos they think that the world gives a **** how their face looks and they want their neighbors, friends to see their perfect, plastic "family"
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Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC
The Future Looks Blight
We’re in an epidemic Our generation is sick There isn’t a magic medicine And there isn’t a quick fix You cannot see this illness It is cruel and it hides It is not just the body it effects But it lives within our minds Maybe you think I'm being dramatic, Attention-seeking or a drone But there’s reason behind its nickname The Silent Killer - it is known The black dog, The darkness, Call it what you will, For all intents and purposes Depression fits the bill Depression leaves you powerless, It ***** your life away. “You’re no good, you can’t do this” That’s what it’s voice will say. Can you imagine what it feels like, To not be in control of your own mind, To give in to an illness, And leave the old you behind Somedays you can’t get out of bed, Somedays you can’t face eating, Somedays you feel nothing at all, Happiness feels like cheating. Guilty, Embarrassing, Stupid, A burden to everyone else. So we live with this illness in secret, We live with poor mental health. But 1 in 4 will feel this way, At some point in our lives. So why do we remain silent? Afraid to talk but why? And why is it so common? This I cannot understand Especially in our young generation It’s getting out of hand We’re developing so quickly, Our minds cannot keep up This millennial mindset Is what is causing this rut We strive so much for something But what are we striving for? A 9-5 job? Money to pay bills? Always wanting more. Our young lives lack meaning We grew up with wanderlust We’ve built so many expectations This world cannot do them just A self fulfilling prophecy Goals that can’t be done No wonder we feel like failures Before we’ve even begun It is easy to forget That us humans have needs too It is health that is the real wealth Gold and silver will not do So I end this note by saying Though I know it’s hard to hear You are good enough, you can do this You’re not alone, that’s clear 100 billion neurons That’s what the brain contains But your mind is infinite Each one is not the same If Depression is a cloud then your mind is the sky It does not define you It will pass you by.
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 5:04 AM UTC
Generation Why?
We’re in an epidemic Our generation is sick There isn’t a magic medicine And there isn’t a quick fix You cannot see this illness It is cruel and it hides It is not just the body it effects But it lives within our minds Maybe you think I'm being dramatic, Attention-seeking or a drone But there’s reason behind its nickname The Silent Killer - it is known The black dog, The darkness, Call it what you will, For all intents and purposes Depression fits the bill Depression leaves you powerless, It ***** your life away. “You’re no good, you can’t do this” That’s what it’s voice will say. Can you imagine what it feels like, To not be in control of your own mind, To give in to an illness, And leave the old you behind Somedays you can’t get out of bed, Somedays you can’t face eating, Somedays you feel nothing at all, Happiness feels like cheating. Guilty, Embarrassing, Stupid, A burden to everyone else. So we live with this illness in secret, We live with poor mental health. But 1 in 4 will feel this way, At some point in our lives. So why do we remain silent? Afraid to talk but why? And why is it so common? This I cannot understand Especially in our young generation It’s getting out of hand We’re developing so quickly, Our minds cannot keep up This millennial mindset Is what is causing this rut We strive so much for something But what are we striving for? A 9-5 job? Money to pay bills? Always wanting more. Our young lives lack meaning We grew up with wanderlust We’ve built so many expectations This world cannot do them just A self fulfilling prophecy Goals that can’t be done No wonder we feel like failures Before we’ve even begun It is easy to forget That us humans have needs too It is health that is the real wealth Gold and silver will not do So I end this note by saying Though I know it’s hard to hear You are good enough, you can do this You’re not alone, that’s clear 100 billion neurons That’s what the brain contains But your mind is infinite Each one is not the same If Depression is a cloud then your mind is the sky It does not define you It will pass you by.
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Frozen in place I stood, A deer caught in a hunter’s crosshair. I never thought you would, But you did; you killed me, right there. I am angry at myself, most of all; For staying when I should have left, For not dodging the bullet and taking the fall. Twice now, I found myself broken; Carelessly adrift in life, Like a raft on the ocean. Too much pain this chest, These monsters in my head Feel like an obstacle I cannot best. I don’t just want to be loved; I want us all to love and understand one another. ‘It’s not possible, we’re too different,’ Those who wish to rebuttal will answer. No, that is the distant path you chose, I choose to keep my humanity close. And yet, I cannot stop the terrifying flashbacks. You made me feel like a train veering off its tracks. Like a bridge that leads to a precipice, Nothing but a cold, dark abyss. Meet the millennials - The most criticised generation, Suffering from emotional stagnation, Raised on a steady diet of instant gratification. ‘What do you want, then?’ I want us to feel the soil with our bare feet. To associate freely with others we meet, Not bow down to the pretension of the elite. To embrace our soul, Not shun it and drive it into a locked room; To retrace our role, Not simply run our life’s course to its doom. We are being led astray, Our hopes and dreams hidden away. We have no room for thought, little to say, For few want to go out of their way. No criticism, no originality - No witticism, no vitality. We are criticised for criticising, And we are ostracised when we act defying. We are the paralysed; Our fears leave us immobilised, Anxiety and depression, Killing variety of expression. We languish in prisons That we build for ourselves in our own head; We have nightmarish visions, Like a guild of the living dead.
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Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 6:57 AM UTC
Paralysed
Frozen in place I stood, A deer caught in a hunter’s crosshair. I never thought you would, But you did; you killed me, right there. I am angry at myself, most of all; For staying when I should have left, For not dodging the bullet and taking the fall. Twice now, I found myself broken; Carelessly adrift in life, Like a raft on the ocean. Too much pain this chest, These monsters in my head Feel like an obstacle I cannot best. I don’t just want to be loved; I want us all to love and understand one another. ‘It’s not possible, we’re too different,’ Those who wish to rebuttal will answer. No, that is the distant path you chose, I choose to keep my humanity close. And yet, I cannot stop the terrifying flashbacks. You made me feel like a train veering off its tracks. Like a bridge that leads to a precipice, Nothing but a cold, dark abyss. Meet the millennials - The most criticised generation, Suffering from emotional stagnation, Raised on a steady diet of instant gratification. ‘What do you want, then?’ I want us to feel the soil with our bare feet. To associate freely with others we meet, Not bow down to the pretension of the elite. To embrace our soul, Not shun it and drive it into a locked room; To retrace our role, Not simply run our life’s course to its doom. We are being led astray, Our hopes and dreams hidden away. We have no room for thought, little to say, For few want to go out of their way. No criticism, no originality - No witticism, no vitality. We are criticised for criticising, And we are ostracised when we act defying. We are the paralysed; Our fears leave us immobilised, Anxiety and depression, Killing variety of expression. We languish in prisons That we build for ourselves in our own head; We have nightmarish visions, Like a guild of the living dead.
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*The greatest minds have repeatedly said The matters of the heart are delicate & bare So I looked & I looked, for the magical potion Everytime a glimmer of hope shows, I think in slow motion Wondering what this person would mean to me Overthinking if I should just shut my brain & let it be “Let’s see where it goes” if it goes, it never does Let’s just have fun instead, ignore any real bonding or trust*
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 1:52 AM UTC
Modern day
****** coffee, Sleepless nights, Broken hearts, And drunken fights.
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
Twenty
i witnessed a burglary today. kids were seating at the back side of the jeepney ***** feet hanging, snot running down their noses the one beside me says, “these kids will be thieves one day.” and i look at these little mud-eyed ones filled with silent anger and confusion. if this is how we cast them how could they change something that was molded in stone for them? we are responsible for the next generation and yet we rob these children a chance to create their own identity and blame them for things we should’ve done something about.
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Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 6:53 AM UTC
the change we don't change
No more starry painted, too-cold-to-blink PA nights Trains from Brooklyn to Queens To whatever feels right Cancelled that **** like they did With Bonnie & Clyde but I think this may be what they call "homesick" missing the ratty & glamorous ends of the East Coast An excruciating divorce by a eulogy I’m so quick to move on with moving along, usually now it's just these way-too-fucking-bright 24/7 neon lights LA millennials addicted to LED hand-held screens Just pray **** stays legalized so we can stay oblivious and hypnotized to this crisis of a generation Address them by the proper diagnosis it's Tech-Dependent, not "Tech-Savvy" And hope Trump doesn’t get Hitler-ized and these women in third worlds that still don't have our "luxurious" humane rights And hope that we all don’t lose our ******* minds. (at least not too soon )
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Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
ive been told this feeling is "homesick"
My phone dies slowly. But I rush to get chargers, so I can die fast. -Leo Cantu
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 5:45 PM UTC
The Millenial
I came from a generation that stuck in between the nostalgia, The grandeur of aesthetics and hypocrisy in the genitalia Too many amateurs which they called pretenders Too many pretenders which they called profounders Of Artistry in every countries culture. I am not the most impressive writer just like Shakespeare Neither close to the modern writers on which they give praise My age is a few leaps away to the end of my youth, At twenty, I found words of impulsiveness and courage elicit from my mouth. I am just someone who embodied the face of my leagues They call me the soul of their generation as they please I may write pretentiously, but I speak for the marginalized I dream for my inked piece would reach them, I hope to get them amazed I am the soul my generation A little careless with my actions, telling others I'm brave A little wild, yet I screamed that nothing bounds me A little innocent with life's surprises, and so I apologized and called it as a mistake. I'm a few every people that you've met. I carry the pieces of the individuals who have touched me I flow like the river which takes parts of the fallen objects in me. Vulnerable to anything, Easy to gain what the heart desires Misunderstood like the innocent criminals, Goes along with changes I'm maybe everything they thought I am I'm maybe someone you never thought I am Or nothing in with your choices But one thing's for sure; I'm free.
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Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 10:39 PM UTC
Poem #3: The soul of my generation
They say to keep your eyes open, but your mind closed, leave your thoughts unspoken and your body exposed. We hold such value to anyone who holds a heart, and when all is said and done we rip ourselves apart. I've never been one to wake up in the morning, I love living my life to look at the stars. You experience complete peace without any kind of warning, and if you look hard enough you can sometimes see Mars. If you go back to the year 1944, sixteen year olds were coming back from war, and now in today in 2017, an adolescent is a child and an adult a teen. We're so far from our natural state, our entire species is cursed with cancer. When we were hunter-gatherers we were doing great, But we thought preserved food was the better answer. Most live their lives now in a camera, forever looking for one more person's approval. Trying to reach a standard of Marilyn or Pamela, but a step forward would be technological removal. Let's look back to around 1970, when people were still struggling with equality, And most likely by the year 2020, we'll be oppressed and depressed by the plenty.
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Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 4:05 AM UTC
Dystopian Utopia
We are waves of people We don't accept defeat Carrying generations of their blood Etched on the palms of our hands and the soles of our feet We defy the laws of gravity, our cosmic bodies in orbit always revolving We possess a transformative skin Continuously moving, constantly evolving Current crashing, ripping through the earth Roaring tides behind us, our vicious flood fights The foundation of millennial’s - conscious, violently beautiful beings Our loud waters, impossible to ignore, amorously painting our rights The right, the will, the intense appetite Flavored by salty words with a sweet impulse for action Drowning all numbness, consuming the calm which once was Thinking like philosophers, walking like warriors, as they record our reaction Thin, musty white air trying to cover the shifting blue hues The water never stops moving the ripples inconceivably vast, Our wave leaves masterpieces of celestial proportions Our space is here now, our tomorrow will not echo the past Ours roots are planted and grown in our cities Perfectly immortalized in a valiant state of existence We are waves of people, waves of voices A digital age of collective resistance - p.m
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
We are waves of people
Those **** millennial's always so lazy, Those **** millennial's always so crazy, Those **** millennial's you've raised since babies Those **** millennial's you'll expect to take care of you in your eighties. A generation set up for doom, by the very people who's womb we once roomed. Are we really all at fault, why mom and dad can't even talk without an assault. Human killing human aren't we all the same? Such a shame were the ones to blame for all this tumult, are we not the children and you the adult.
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
Those **** Millenials
Do good. Fight for what you believe in. Don’t back down, don’t turn around, don’t hit the ground, stick it out. Question everything you think you know. Find a cause. Do your part to fix our flaws. Humanity is the new trend, the social structure was in a bend. We don’t mean to offend the rich, white men telling us to make America great again. What do you mean “again”? It wasn’t even great back then. What did you have then that we don’t have now? Rampant racism and sexism? The Brady Bunch? Sure, we’re not perfect. Our phones have grown into our hands, and although we could say hello from miles away, we can’t see the people right in front of us. Boys grow anxious when the person they hope for doesn’t like their picture, and girls would rather indirect someone on Twitter than call them out face-to-face. And we know throwing insults is always easier from behind a screen. What’s holding us back when we can’t see the face of the person whose day we just ruined? We don't work, we just get bored. We crave entertainment and fun. It's all we ever need. Not production, or education, Or the satisfaction of a job well done. 9 to 5 means nothing to us. But even if we’re not necessarily a generation of workers, we’re a generation of fighters. For whatever you feel, whatever you believe, choose your path. Follow what is right. Lead with your heart and never lose sight. Whether it be of the toxic gasses, the lower classes, or the shootings in holy masses, never give up on your goal. You are a part of this world for a reason. Change it for the better. Feel good. Dance like nobody's there. Sing like you don't care. Because you deserve a good time. Life is short, so love with all your being. We’ll embrace you. It doesn’t matter what you like, where you’re from, who you are, or what you’ve done. It’s all good in the hood. Acceptance is the name of the game for us. We’re not quite there yet, but on the path towards love, we'd call it step one. Don’t live to please anyone, fill expectations, or be someone you’re not. Do what you enjoy most, whether it be smoking dried leaves, drinking the ghost of fruit and vegetable’s past, or earning queens in a game of chess. We are the generation that reveals the drastic change in society’s ideals. We're here to seal our new deal that what's most important is the way you feel. We're prone to anxiety because of an education that has become more about grades than learning and body standards that are rising higher than heaven. Got low levels of serotonin? You’re not alone in this. Don't let anyone tell you that your feelings aren't valid because there are children starving in Africa or because life was harder "back in the day". Everyone fights their own fight, and not one person has the right to tell you yours is false. Keep in mind everyone else, but remember to love yourself.
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
Do Good, Feel Good
Do good. Fight for what you believe in. Don’t back down, don’t turn around, don’t hit the ground, stick it out. Question everything you think you know. Find a cause. Do your part to fix our flaws. Humanity is the new trend, the social structure was in a bend. We don’t mean to offend the rich, white men telling us to make America great again. What do you mean “again”? It wasn’t even great back then. What did you have then that we don’t have now? Rampant racism and sexism? The Brady Bunch? Sure, we’re not perfect. Our phones have grown into our hands, and although we could say hello from miles away, we can’t see the people right in front of us. Boys grow anxious when the person they hope for doesn’t like their picture, and girls would rather indirect someone on Twitter than call them out face-to-face. And we know throwing insults is always easier from behind a screen. What’s holding us back when we can’t see the face of the person whose day we just ruined? We don't work, we just get bored. We crave entertainment and fun. It's all we ever need. Not production, or education, Or the satisfaction of a job well done. 9 to 5 means nothing to us. But even if we’re not necessarily a generation of workers, we’re a generation of fighters. For whatever you feel, whatever you believe, choose your path. Follow what is right. Lead with your heart and never lose sight. Whether it be of the toxic gasses, the lower classes, or the shootings in holy masses, never give up on your goal. You are a part of this world for a reason. Change it for the better. Feel good. Dance like nobody's there. Sing like you don't care. Because you deserve a good time. Life is short, so love with all your being. We’ll embrace you. It doesn’t matter what you like, where you’re from, who you are, or what you’ve done. It’s all good in the hood. Acceptance is the name of the game for us. We’re not quite there yet, but on the path towards love, we'd call it step one. Don’t live to please anyone, fill expectations, or be someone you’re not. Do what you enjoy most, whether it be smoking dried leaves, drinking the ghost of fruit and vegetable’s past, or earning queens in a game of chess. We are the generation that reveals the drastic change in society’s ideals. We're here to seal our new deal that what's most important is the way you feel. We're prone to anxiety because of an education that has become more about grades than learning and body standards that are rising higher than heaven. Got low levels of serotonin? You’re not alone in this. Don't let anyone tell you that your feelings aren't valid because there are children starving in Africa or because life was harder "back in the day". Everyone fights their own fight, and not one person has the right to tell you yours is false. Keep in mind everyone else, but remember to love yourself.
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Millenials. The world ******* hates us. We whine for a living We feed ourselves with Xanax and Prozac To remind the world that we are broken Problem? I don't think so We accuse the world of being awful We accuse life, a life we have not lived yet Of being too cruel when we are the ones Who cut ourselves open for a heart we long to love We look for the kiss that will heal our self inflicted injuries Well, dear millenial, "there is no tyrant like a brain" We will keep cutting ourselves Keep drinking ourselves to sleep Keep poisoning our mind with this "Golden Age Thinking" Until we understand that We are stuck here. And life does not need to be good to us Life owes us nothing. Poetry and Paintings won't save the world. Do it yourself
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
Millenials
We are afraid of tying knots. Now, my brothers weren't fond of Boy Scouts, but those aren't the kinds of knots I'm talking about. Our parents got us velcro shoes growing up (something about not wanting us to be overwhelmed with tennis shoes) And that, perhaps, was the moment that started everything. We could no longer trip on loose laces as we ran our races, Our parents couldn't see our disappointed faces as we fumbled getting ready for school. It was the perfect contribution to the flawed illusion that the human institution should be prevented from failing. Oh, yes. In my lifetime, cordless telephones were placed in every house because we did not want to untangle our own messes anymore. Failure doesn't hurt as much when it is invisible. We wanted wireless, no-strings-attached luxuries with no side effects. But there were effects that couldn't be seen (how could they until we were older than teens) Because the end effect was this: a generation that shirks responsibility we have anxiety because our parents didn't let us face our fears when we were young we are jobless, loveless, purposeless because we still haven't realized that everything has its opposite love - lust success - failure happiness - sadness peace - anger and commotion you see? there are full-grown adults living in the basements of their parents watching **** from an illuminated screen a no-strings-attached commitment to a video that will never require a vow or a promise; so many see the term "settling down" as "kicking up dust" of a dull life "confined to a four-inch screen." we've seen our own parents cut the ties now living separate lives better that way, but millennials can't fight for love or for kids or for dreams because their caretakers' examples couldn't teach the right way to do a marriage the right way to commit we are shirking responsibility-- because we don't want to fail. still as afraid of tying knots as we were in kindergarten.
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
a poem about millennials
We are afraid of tying knots. Now, my brothers weren't fond of Boy Scouts, but those aren't the kinds of knots I'm talking about. Our parents got us velcro shoes growing up (something about not wanting us to be overwhelmed with tennis shoes) And that, perhaps, was the moment that started everything. We could no longer trip on loose laces as we ran our races, Our parents couldn't see our disappointed faces as we fumbled getting ready for school. It was the perfect contribution to the flawed illusion that the human institution should be prevented from failing. Oh, yes. In my lifetime, cordless telephones were placed in every house because we did not want to untangle our own messes anymore. Failure doesn't hurt as much when it is invisible. We wanted wireless, no-strings-attached luxuries with no side effects. But there were effects that couldn't be seen (how could they until we were older than teens) Because the end effect was this: a generation that shirks responsibility we have anxiety because our parents didn't let us face our fears when we were young we are jobless, loveless, purposeless because we still haven't realized that everything has its opposite love - lust success - failure happiness - sadness peace - anger and commotion you see? there are full-grown adults living in the basements of their parents watching **** from an illuminated screen a no-strings-attached commitment to a video that will never require a vow or a promise; so many see the term "settling down" as "kicking up dust" of a dull life "confined to a four-inch screen." we've seen our own parents cut the ties now living separate lives better that way, but millennials can't fight for love or for kids or for dreams because their caretakers' examples couldn't teach the right way to do a marriage the right way to commit we are shirking responsibility-- because we don't want to fail. still as afraid of tying knots as we were in kindergarten.
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our generation should be known as the Meowlennials because our biggest accomplishment was getting cat pictures all over the internet.
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
do-nothings
His dad, hearing a beat, turned the key, not knowing she was in there. But shirt off, his fourteen year old, the CEO just laughed and said: "Dad, go back to bed." He had won the game AGAIN! And nights spent building a barrel of monkeys that watched him chop down wood on YouTube finally had paid off — It only took 20,000 followers for her shirt to come off.
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC
minecraft kidz.
So much resentment Why had they not listened? Some too focused on greed Some mere victims of life Some lost in the abyss So much resentment Say they deserve it more This mortal youth Armed with reasons why Because youth is wasted On the young Because we are too selfish To deserve what we have So much resentment They want what they have lost But nature will not allow it No matter how many injections No matter how much they pay So much resentment They've come up with a plan Enslave us with petty excuses On how life should be Our vitality wasted They drain our youth They will continue to do so Because if they can't have it No one can
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
Youth