They never make pitches good or resentment. They are at the crossroads of the sympathetic and the heretic, sometimes hesitating between the glorious and hate. A life between two waters for those who are afraid to take the cup. A smell of deja vu for the blind in sight. An intermediate position between dog and cat, between executioner and victim, between hot and cold between two chairs. Amid this crowd and we keep silent and wait for something suitable arrives. The good feelings will slip quietly leave, especially not to make waves, do not make a fuss that would be too soft. Do hurt anyone. We hear here and there that this is not always the right solution.
(We Are Scientists - Barbara - Red)
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