I Matter. What I say and what I think Matter.
I am capable of doing things that are meaningful.
You can continue to suffocate me.
I couldnt breathe to begin with.
I can use as many words as I want.
But you have no respect for it at all.
The look in your eyes says its already obsolete.
And I am always waiting, waiting. To be free someday.
But when is that, if all we have is now?
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