think about a thought that would you love to picture on every sunny day. the thought of the exact level of conformity. teaching another level of perspective. and think about impossibility and improbable answers speaking in signs and concidences. the thought makes you think of hope. it makes you feel and wants you to make a feel for what you feel. it's like the few moments of after you got what you wanted. and the past that's left behind. think in ways that even sounds can bend and music won't end. you discover how to protect your common sense. destroy old and create new. recycle air. and keep it infinite.
"you leave me, you snub me."
i don't pave my own road. if it leads me to a heaven below. i walk blind through the valley of freedom.
losing all hope is freedom.
don't give me nothing.
i will never lose hope.
but it ain't up to me.
is it.
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