Whenever they start counting out the endless faults of this generation I am forced to think every single time Are we really all that bad, We who proudly preach the idea of love We who March in the pride parades with dignity We who see women as people with dreams Not as objects of ridicule We who understand what anxiety feels like We who don't equate depression to madness. We who fail and fall But try harder anyway
We who live and let live.
- Radhika
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