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A Puff of Hope by triptychr, literature
Literature
A Puff of Hope
The previous generation wonders why my age group seems so dreary and disillusioned. "Look," they cry. "Life is beautiful! There are beautiful places to go! Beautiful people to meet! Beautiful jobs to take so you can supply us with our beautiful Social Security payments!"
But many aren't enticed. They sit in their darkened rooms, the sharp whine of emo music piercing their pierced ears as they lie lifeless on their beds. The roots of this malaise run deep, yet the planting of these vile seeds can be traced back to three gardeners: Peter, Paul and Mary.
I know what you're thinking, and I admit it does seem like a stretch to blame three b
You. by CannibalNarcissistic, literature
Literature
You.
Feeling that way again.
Like I'm really just not good.
Enough to ever be.
Worth a damn.
So here I sit again.
Pouring my heart.
Into words that wont.
Be read by any.
Surely never.
Liked.
Its funny how.
My words are just.
Like me.
Always hidden.
Behind some wall.
Just a faint echo.
In life's.
Purpose.
Yet still.
These words spill.
And yet still.
I remain here.
Just a vessel.
Never really.
Meant to live.
Just a mistake.
Like most.
Little things.
That aren't.
Important.
Just like.
How I wasn't.
Ever important.
To you.
