Damn, I want to live.
Yeah, I'm living right now. But I want to go out there and do things and laugh and frown and experience every. little. thing.
Instead I restrict myself to this house because of this and that and blahblahblah and it's all just excuses.
Have you ever wished you were a bird, so you could fly wherever you wanted, and then realized that you're human, so you can go wherever you want anyways?
after seeing what death can do to such a beautiful soul,
I don't give a damn about trying to be normal anymore.
I'll just keep being my radical self.
If they don't like it, okay. Cool. Suck it.
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