Ya know. I'm not sure how many people realize our hearts are trapped. Our ribs are the cages. To break out we must break the bars. All our lives we're trapped. By so many things, but we think our hearts are free. We're so wrong and we miss the simplest things. The simplest cage. The strongest cage. The most clever prison. The most painful torture.
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All The Small Things
Non-FictionAll the small things. All the shit I feel like ranting and venting about so maybe for once someone can see the world from a fucked up teens perspective.
