courage wasn't just something in the eyes of the heroes and the majestic savers.
it was in us.
it was falling after calculating every detail of the crash.
it was looking up knowing the sun was too bright.
it was speaking up knowing they'd cut our tongues.
it was in us - the girl going through a parents' divorce, the boy with his dying father, the woman with a dead sister, everyone being bullied, in speaking out for mental illness just to be called "fake", the short girl with a loud voice telling people to stop laughing, the boy learning to apologize.
we are brave.
and we'll stay that way.
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Acoustic Memories
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