It hasn't come over me in a long time -- the need...though, it's achingly familiar. I remember, how I used to have to write. On the sides of coffee cups. On napkins. On my leg propped up on a bar...
Right now, I want to write...but, I'm not sure what to say...
"Nothing in the world is how it should be,
It's cold, cruel.
But then there's us.
It doesn't matter where we're from,
what we've done, or survived.
Or even if we make a difference.
We live as if this place were what it should be,
to show it what it can be.
You may not be a part of it yet,
but we hope you will be."
- The Role Traversal, From Monument To Masses
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