the space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself insi...
dauntless — a faction that blames cowardice for the destruction of the world, and thus practices bravery
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the Dauntless run in packs tattoos snaking down their backs and piercings which pierce the soul their calls ring out in the Chicago silence piercing through the hazy fog
I'd love to believe I'd be one of them zipping off the side of the Hancock building spiraling into nothingness as I yell in the street
I'd love to believe that fighting would be almost second nature and my fingers would find the trigger as quickly as they find position on my cello
I am brave, yes I am a warrior in an internal battle
but I am brave enough too scared to jump in Dauntless headquarters too scared to learn how to shoot a gun too scared to acknowledge my capabilities
too scared to be Dauntless and perhaps, that invalidates whatever Dauntless may be inside of me
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