The train is moving fast my chest is caving in I can't run fast enough you won't hold out your hand for me running running running running I missed my stop and you could care less.
"Raise your daughters to shout, to scream, to hold their heads up high for being themselves before society tries to teach them how to silence themselves, how to wear shame like it is a second skin. Let them taste rebellion from the moment they are born and watch them become flames to start a revolution.” ~ Nikita Gill
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