To bear witness to the disintegration of reason in the people of our times, walking amidst the rubble that once was pureness of thought, mature and relevant discourse-that was the saddest moment of my existence.
To attempt fruitlessly to hoist you on my shoulders, to understand entirely too late that you were naught but a child in the guise of adulthood, your underdeveloped frontal lobe easily molded by the callous encasings of bitter society. As you press your atrophied neurons against the tight enclosures you feel some sort of euphoria, some sort of content with knowing nothing, but assuming omniscience, assuming greatness, assuming power.
What power is there in forfeiting individuality? Is is powerful to be raped, to be stripped of your conscience, pressed up against the enclosures of society and forced to close your eyes and accept the inevitable? That you, the youth of our times- will be easily forgotten?
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