sexta-feira, 29 de julho de 2011

Matched

For a moment, he leans over the edge of the platform and I see what I need to see. I see his eyes, bright with life and fire, and I know he won’t stop fighting. Even if it’s the kind of quiet fight on the inside that you can’t always see.

And I won’t stop fighting either.

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