It's rare when you say goodbye to someone that you know it's the last time. You can try to say whatever it is you should have said before or you can just hold on tight, just hold on, hoping the moment will last a lifetime.
After a big bad event, you only become more of the person you already were.
We don't need more prisons, bigger prisons, better prisons. We need better justice.
Who cares who lives or dies in prison? We read the names in the morning paper and they mean nothing to us. They are faceless. Truth is, we don't want to put a face on them. We don't wanna know who they really are. Because then it might hit too close to home. And home is what it's all about, right? Making a home no matter where you are, no matter who you are, at the end of the day, everybody wants somewhere to rest, somewhere to lay their bones, even if it's in a land called OZ.
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