No... Well the daylight has faded already.
I must go. But I just can't wait 'til the future gets here.
Wait. Wait. A note.
So I think that it's odd how all the homeless live in the forests near my house. People look at them and think that they have a wasted life, just like people look at anyone and think "What a waste." What a waste... You can never really know what's inside their head, and I believe you can create your own heaven or hell on Earth. Depends on who you are. The mind is a powerful thing, and although it never colors a black and grey world, it can at least give you a POLA or Skylight lens. Right? That's the beautiful thing. Anyone can be anyone. We'll never know if the killer with the gun in his hand is truly a child, or if the man he has shot is truly a child, or if we are all just children of a greater purpose and thought process.
So that's why I'm quiet at the dinner table.
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