Bleed For Them
When they silence you, bleed for them.
When they tell you to stand down, bleed for them.
In a world where oppression runs rampant, in a world where differences are the borderlines of war, in a world where your best is not always THE best, bleed for them.
Do not rip your wrists open, for your flesh is not theirs.
Do not rip your skin at all, but rip your heart.
Bleed all of your thoughts and emotions onto their canvas. Paint them your picture so that one day they might bleed for the same reason.
When you are pushed down, stand up, and bleed for them.
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