Who wouldn't want to be free?
What does freedom mean, it means a million things to a million different people.
And yet, you seem to only see it as a word with one, badly informed definition
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And how strange, to find someone who thinks youth is wasted on love.
To love while you're young, it's like nothing else.
When else, in our short lives, can we permit ourselves to be wholeheartedly illogical in our actions?
When again will we have the chance to be completely consumed in the glow of that person, that person who makes colours brighter just by being near.
When else but while we still have our youth, will we still have the bravery to be in love?
so i guess this is a testimonial that i am no longer a youth because i only have walls now. walls to keep the monsters that live in other people away away because i have my own monsters and my own are plenty enough.
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