Power of the Mistaken Youth

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48219
United States
42° 25' 13.5768" N, 83° 14' 23.6184" W

We are looked at as misled, misguided..

When really, it's these kind of people who save us all. 

The broken ones are the true heroes, 

not wanting any recognition.

Selflessnes is their virtue, 

while respect is their potential.

Real heroes don't wear capes, 

they have an emblem bestowed across their heart,

engraved with their veins,

pumping at the little that is left. 

True hereos don't brag about their experience,

see themselves as the best, 

but become a leader, guider. 

 

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