Why me?
Why did I have to be born in this generation?
It couldn't be.
I don't belong here you see.
Maybe that's why I am.
To make a wave.
A tsunami of passion.
To lead the next hurricane.
Maybe I am the grain.
The grain of sand.
There are many out there yet few are noticed.
For significance.
What is this spoken of?
Sig fig?
Well, i could go for a fig.
Surely I am not from this generation.
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