It's so stifling
you can't even breathe, these times...
Cowering at something's shadow
is not the kind of life I want to live.
When I put this canned coffee, now lukewarm to the touch,
against my forehead,
for some reason, my heart begins to ache
because the city has a cold face.
Far away... To a place farther away...
I can make it there.
It's my one-man revolution.
I'll walk this path.
I don't have the time
to shed tears for someone.
I won't even think of
giving up without a fight.
Even if I'm laughed at for being cocky, I'll be OK.
I'm alive.
Kindness means sometimes hurting someone close to you
It's some cock-and-bull story full of contradictions.
Far away... Farther away than tomorrow...
I can break through
Whichever path I take
I have been given but one life.
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