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kids breathing in smoke
to fill the space in their minds,
stumbling, drunk,
as the lights blur beneath their eyes.
kids who wear secrets like
they’re in disguise,
always tripping on something—
egos, promises, lies.
kids who want to be special
but don’t know how
no curfew, out
until the sun goes down.
kids who were born
with fingers crossed behind their backs,
never learning goodwill,
always wearing masks.
kids who seek love
on highway lanes,
bottles empty,
trying to drive away their pain.
kids who can destroy
but not rebuild,
losing everything
they wanted
trying to be fulfilled.
we are those kids,
the broken hearted.
the kids staying up late
asking how this started.
21st century kids
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