I refuse to believe that things cannot get better. Even if they can't, I refuse to look away. I won't be anesthetized, or marginalized, or made to shut up.
And if I have to go and rest my face against a canyon wall every once in a while in order to be able to stand it, then that's what I'll do.
These walls will be here after us. They're beautiful, but they don't care.
But I do.
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