You know what hurts the most? When you open your mouth for the justice of not only your better half but for that person who calls you friend. For the people who wouldn't dare of opening their mouth, you do it for them. No what hurts the most isn't the feeling of picking the right choice that will put you on a higher path, so you pay with your loniless because people rarely go there too for the sake of their freedom- freedom of speech, thought, and action. It isn't the way they look at you now as if you mean nothing, not a particle of matter, not anything... as if you don't know what pain is. No, what hurts is when a dove is let free into the cage of a beast and you only get feathers back. What hurts is when you are cut out of the circle because your soul was still clean from your good choices, when to be part of the crowd was to make bad decisions. It hurts when you dream of a world that doesn't smother itself, but let's its dreams float high like a balloon released To the day. When your friend opens their mouth to be your hero when someone wants to be your beast, but then they choose to be silent as if there was nothing they could have done but collect your feathers... this is how they favor you to remain.
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