A Time to Think
The depressing anxiety was peculiar as it crept over me. A thought of another generation came to mind. Will it come with a mental period of time?
The bizarre beauty comes with despair and the feel of this generation is got an odd feeling climbing up my spine. Will it become a peculiar generation or a bizarre generation?
As I linger the present with anxiety of the distinctive generation ahead. I have a very mysterious feeling inside me. Will I ever find the future of the next generation?
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