I’ve been called angry, arrogant, impossible — and maybe they’re right. But at least I’m honest. Every scar, every explosion, every broken thing I’ve built back — it’s all mine. I don’t hide from what I am, even if it scares people off. If you can’t handle the heat, the noise, or the silence that comes after it — leave now. I won’t chase you.

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⠀But if you’re still here… maybe you get it. Maybe you’ve got a little fire of your own.

⠀Sometimes I still hear his voice — calm where I’m chaos, steady where I’m falling apart. Don’t ask. Some things burn and don’t fade. Some things burn and become something else.

⠀“Drop a text if you’re brave enough to stand too close to the fire.”