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The surface of my generation is very hard
Intimidating and cold to the touch
They cast behind them words who own such deep roots
Their minds corrupted by the alcohol and family distortion
They take pride in the innumerable counts of physical “love”
And punish themselves for the pain they create

But could it be just a terrible facade?
If my generation was ripped and shredded
Would it's rawness be drenched in beauty?
Or irritated like an infectious wound?