don't you wish you could just go back in time?
where things meant more, but seemed to mean less
when the sun seemed to shine brighter and more frequent
and the rain filled our heads with dreams instead of gloom.
a girl cries out she is sick of her world, wishing for peace to clear her troubled thoughts.
a boy cries out for humanity
to be better, to do better
to break free from this generation of commercial beauty, sex, drugs, and alcohol
to prove we can do more, be more, than what we are expected of.
oh Mr. Magazine,
tell me how to be
show me the life i need to live to be human.
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