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People Want To Ignore What They Can't Understand. They're Looking For Logic At Any Cost.

The Evening Had Turned Sweet And Blue.

People Hide Their Truest Nature. I Understood That; I Even Applauded It. What Sort Of World Would It Be If People Bled All Over The Sidewalks, If They Wept Under Trees, Smacked Whomever They Despised, Kissed Strangers, Revealed Themselves?

Every Problem Has A Solution, Although It May Not Be The Outcome That Was Originally Hoped For Or Expected.

Do What You Want, Do What You Will, Do What You Have To, Do What You Think You Cannot.