Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.
I hide because there’s more to me than what you see and I’m not sure you’d like the rest. I know that sometimes, I don’t like the rest.
I am half agony, half hope.
We have to talk about liberating minds as well as liberating society.
To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.
I feel far away from her. It’s hard to make her understand.
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