Got to have roots before branches. To know who I am before I know who I want to be. And faith to take chances. To live like I see a place in this world for me.
Why do I reach for the stars when I don’t have wings to carry me that far?
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And too much blood has flown from the wrists of the children shamed for those they chose to kiss.
Who will rise to stop the blood?
"Rise Against, Make It Stop (via in-the-midst-of-winter)
