Yesterday."We aren't free because they don't let us. They don't teach us how to fly... So, what does it matter if we aren't what they expect us to be? We'll be angels under human skin."
The prize that you must pay... frustration. Trying that things turn out right, over and over again, withouth get it. Watching how time goes, and things don't turn out right yet. One day all will be with us. Today is a day for relax, without any thought. I don't feel like do anything. I only want to forget everything.
For each sunset which defeats daylight again.
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