For all the misguided youths:
The lost souls of this moment.
The despair of a thousand sighs, the distinguished helplessness from a meaningless thought
What is not, is not important.
What is, is merely a suggestion.
When can our lives surpass a transcendent reality.
Harboring feelings of envy and lust.
Disparaged by forgotten ambitions.
Constantly striving to be worthy of applause.
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