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In the darkness She was the burning fire; Among all zombies She was a speck of humanity. The speck that was little, But that was but strong ; For she didn't have to search For feelings through books and songs. She was connected within, She was the personification Of awareness and hope , For a posterity of thinkers. But alas around her Had always been robots , And robots did not feel They were programmed to be selfish. So while she still cared She let them get the best of her ; She let them suck away her feelings , Conditioned to be empty within. For what is generation Z if not hollow , The hollow that even hollowness swallows . They search for happiness everywhere, But don't think to search within themselves. They are plagued to be empty And that plague they won't stop spreading.

The dew drops have just fallen from the sky and it is somewhere between late night and early morning. I see her there and she is a constant. Always sitting on the same bench in the park. Just sitting there , lost in thoughts. There have been lots that have known her. But I have known her inside out. For while people have known her achievements and some petty secrets, I know everything. I know her sins and her guilts. There is no secret she could ever keep from me. So, I know about her , something that no one else knows . I know how she was humiliated and bullied all her life for she was the one who never raised her voice. I know how people left her when they found someone better. I saw her get crushed and thus I saw her drink her pain out that night. The pain mixed with the vodka had become so heavy that it had taken a toll on her brain. The girl that had always kept her calm, now let her demons out and the demons were out of control. So , in her intoxication she killed one of