I am a part of a dying generation who have ended their temporary conflicts with fatal suicide and inflicted wounds upon themselves. I am a part of a hurting generation, thought our screams are never heard. We are not lost just distant . We are taken in by life so fast that we almost don't have time to react. We try and adapt to this life in which we really don’t fit and because of that, we live thinking that we are a dysfunctional generation, a lost cause... We ache for individuality but end up living a lie. We are a generation of equivocators. People don't really understand my generation and they have reason to, Im still trying to figure them out. At times I wish I could say that my generation isn't just about depression and suicide, but that would be a lie. Let me spell it out for you...
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