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[redacted] by A. Ligyron

God, you always looked so unreachable, untouchable. A beautiful explosion of love and laughter and everything—everything—I love about being alive.

And I am all bloody ends and blurry edges, but you found a person in that mess. And you called that person my love, and reached out until you held all that made me me and you called it home, you made it a home. A person worth being. And the blood is still there, but you're so strangely gentle anyways, all soft words and caring hands, and I almost forget it's there some days when I'm with you.

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