If there are words to be written and I can't write them, then what is the point in writing.
If there are things to be said and I can't say them, what is the point in speaking.
If there are things to be done and I can't do them, then what is the point in being.
If there is a life to be lived, and I can't live it, then what is the point in living.
Sometimes I must hold back. Sometimes I must stop myself.
Sometimes for something to happen, I must do nothing.
Sometimes to feel more alive, I must know what it's like to die a little.
Sometimes people just want hugs.
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