There they were, screaming the worst out of their lungs. They had their hands ready to cover up their ears to only listen to their egoistic ideologies to shut and deafen our truths where they labeled false and fictitious.
I can even hear their screams now that turn to daggers that countlessly stab. And, I can hear them laugh when we try to speak.
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There they were, scrutinizing us most for being so loud to be told. They had their whips and tapes, and heavy hands ready for a martial domination in our young-silk skin if we will let even our tiniest weeping out.
They were self-entitled egoistic human who were only good in doing bad.
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There they were, big buffy-bellied baboon who did nothing but to show us their superiority complex foretold they were well, better, and older.
They were at their worst when we only tried to be our best. I never thought being young could be this bad, never thought being young would be a chaotic fragment of life. I never thought being young would be a magnet point towards hatred.
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However, here we are; mad, genius, and beautifully-at-mess of how many times we were shut, took down, and stepped by.
- Mad for all the thoughts we failed to fight for:
We were used to easing the pain and carrying heavy burdens due to feelings and thoughts we have failed to express. Instead of being subdued, we became mad and wild, because who would not be?
- Genius for all experienced we have observed and been through.
The experiences sharpened our mind and hearts. It trained our senses to not trust easily and to scrutinize what is true to what is false. We became bright when they tried to darkened us.
- Beautifully-at-mess when they alleged us rebels; a fact because we truly are the rebellion of the new truth.
Isn't it beautiful to know that we only want to correct the imbalanced way of treating youngsters? Hope is always beautiful when you know someone feared it.
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Someone told me, “when you were younger they assume you know nothing” but what if it is the other way around?
that cannot be revealed,
great treasures of the future;
which others know nothing about.
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An aspirant writer and artist. To be found is my greatest dream and never be lost. Hi, I am 
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Photo edited in canva: I do not own the photograph, however I asked for permission to use it. Credit for the photo will be rightfully given to Gabi Wahl on Instagram.
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Link:https://www.instagram.com/p/CGS8AkghQqF/
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