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[yourtypicaloctrash]

Melania: *finds Ray's copy of 50 Shades of Grey* What is this about?

Ray: HAHAHAHA, you can't read that! *snatches book away*

Melania: Why not?

Ray: Reasons.

[Midnight]

Ray: Anastasia, no. Why did you get yourself into this situation?

Also Ray: God, I wish that were me.

[haiiro-mori]

How dumb

How dumb We hurt eachother We hurt ourselves Just so we can feel something

We walk everyday To the same place Sorrounded by other beings at work, at school Where we’re confined to a task And are shaped to fit in

Born with wings Cut off by society Who told you they were ugly Weird, strange Or not appropriate Too tired to fly away Or resist them

How dumb We feel nothing Days turn to weeks And weeks to years And we keep alive So madly in love With the idea of living Ignoring how pointless How meaningless Our next breath is

Angels and demons laugh at us Poor flightless birds Poisoned by their words Feathers made heavy By all the pain Misunderstanding And comments That even though meaningless Seem to take a frightening form Behind our stressed out eyes

I guess we’ll never fly away We’re held back by responsability Idiotically blinded by media Celebrities And others, Repeating “I am free” “I am free” “I am free”