Isn’t it ironic?



I’ve fought for a lot of things. For a lot of people.

Spoke about causes I believed in.

For a time, I thought I was brave. Yes, this four-eight. This introvert. This quiet presence. So brave…

Until I had to fight for me.

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And that’s kind of sad. 🙂

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