More and more I have to say to this world "not interested." Truly just not interested. I know you can't live in the past, but at the same time, the past truly was better for people of my generation. It's like I'm standing in front of a teller in the bank lobby and masked men walk thru the front door with guns raised. Everyone freezes, afraid to move. No one one seems to notice me. I am able walk out the door, the guns not following me. Outside I look thru the windows at the robbery still in progress, the scared people still frozen with frightened faces. I shake my head slowly and walk away.
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