Just a girl, just a kid, barely old enough to drink You're too young to understand, they tell you As if you haven't felt the wrench of heartbreak already As if you haven't wanted to tear your heart out of your chest and set it on fire So that you don't have to feel anything. Is this what it is to be a millennial? To feel so much and yet mean so little? Too young to matter, too old to be comforted in your suffering and they wonder why we're so bitter.
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