I noticed a number of them would roll their eyes. Then I overheard a group of them bad mouthing me. What I had just done, was thrown away the best friends I had ever made in my life, to go be with trash people. What did I think I was running away from? I’d have gone back to the doll heads any day.
It is only in contrast that we have true vision.
We’re Always Running Away from Something
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