The ones who I was not supposed to touch, but did,
And the rule that was broken, set him free.
The ones who whisper their stories, the ones who wanted to be free.
The ones who I wish I could have met someday,
The ones who I want to fix the world for. The ones who either need a reason to return, or a place to go.
A world that could be better, the waiting to see, the ones who don’t quite understand.
And the ones who do.
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