Monthly Archives: February 1994

I Dream

Oh, how I fear the sounds of closing minds and wagging fingers of disapproval. Yet, still, I am driven to be my own, one of dreams and hopes and loves and thoughts, disregarding any resulting upheaval. How I long to shout, to dance, to run, to jump, to cry. Every tear of salty pain is [...]

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