Without a Title

Figuring out that one is nameless,
To the rest of the world,
And the awards are nothing,
We're Without a Title.

Generation What?
We're a bunch,
We can only,
Acknowledge eachother.

Once everything is used,
It seems that is,
Love is the only thing,
That keeps it all together.

Hope for it, to infinity.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I said so.

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