a confession: i always loved you best with your hair falling into your eyes and your lips red with blood and your knuckles raw from punching. when you were angry, bold, on the offence, (the best kind of defence is an offence, remember). i understand that i should prefer a peace in you, but there is something beautiful in the way you light up with ferocity when the world tries to ebat you down, and there, in that spark, is the kid i'd follow to the end of the world.
Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken.
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