I was told by my peers that letting my voice be heard was preferred, yet they say the words I speak are absurd
What's the point of freedom of speech if my words still have a safety lock. The day I will be happy is the day I find the key to chains around my throat
I don't want to drown in this ******** but just stay afloat. if I always wrote by putting my pencil on paper, why does someone else have to be my eraser
I am a chaser of dreams and a speaker of my thoughts. I will untangle the knots that they keep tying. I will preach my beliefs even when I'm dying.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 5:45 PM UTC
I was told by my peers that letting my voice be heard was preferred, yet they say the words I speak are absurd
What's the point of freedom of speech if my words still have a safety lock. The day I will be happy is the day I find the key to chains around my throat
I don't want to drown in this ******** but just stay afloat. if I always wrote by putting my pencil on paper, why does someone else have to be my eraser
I am a chaser of dreams and a speaker of my thoughts. I will untangle the knots that they keep tying. I will preach my beliefs even when I'm dying.
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