Who can't relate to the idea of leaving one chapter behind and moving on to the next?
My parents still treat Christmas like I'm thirteen years old.
Life goes on and I'm moving on to the next thing but I hope the soaps that...
The voice of the intelligence is drowned out by the roar of fear. It is ignored by the voice of desire. It is contradicted by the voice of shame. It is biased by hate and extinguished by anger. Most of all it is silenced by ignorance.
