Dear Boy,

I’m seeing you, looking into you. Remember that story you wrote when you were young about the girl who no one knew?

You were her, but you didn’t know it yet. I saw it before you did. A lot of people could tell you would grow weak to anything strong and intimidating, but strong from it.

 

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