I have no idea how to leave someone who needs help.
I don't understand running from danger, I've always ran to it.
I don't comprehend picking on the weak and defenseless.... I fought for them
And I don't know how to quit. Even when I want to, when I'm at my darkest, some glimmer of hope shines in and completely renews my strength. And it always comes from the least likely place. And sometimes, it comes from me.
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