Beautiful breezes in ugly parts of town give hope to those who want to be free.




(No Ratings Yet)none of my art is based on how others think i should have done it.




(No Ratings Yet)The heart will stretch a short love into long memories.




(No Ratings Yet)Once a year I need to hear you tell me how proud you are of me for growing a little more.




(No Ratings Yet)My heart isn’t big enough to care for the oppressors.




(No Ratings Yet)i’ve never believed in anything or anybody that needed constant praise.




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