Only the cutters know why they cut.

    Only the runners know where they run.

    Only the dreamers know what they dream.

    Only the gamers know how to game.

    Only the livers know who they live for.

    Who are you to say what we do, when we do it, and why we do it?

    We are individuals

    We live and dream and play

    We scream and cry

     We cry.

We die.

    because of whistling trains

of shining silver

    of accidents

of purposes.

    Individuals with their individual individuality.


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