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Life at eighteen


Life at Eighteen

Why is this world so cold?

Where social media takes its toll.

A place where you speak your mind only to be told to go die and be alone; crouched in a dark corner, confused and hurt.

Being out casted because you won’t change who you are to blend in; to become another color that has gone by in a blur.

When will it be okay to no longer be afraid?

When will it be okay to no longer hate the day?

Remember back to the days of love, peace, and generosity.

A time when neighbor loved thy neighbor.

Where judgment was only at those controversial pearly gates, not in everyday endeavors.

When will we all stand hand in hand on this Promised Land.

When will we relies love can be reached; just out stretch your hand.

Life at eighteen was finally making sense.

Yet here we all are; being challenged once again.

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