Defuse The Asbestos Bombs.


 


Beautiful Chaotic Child


 

I see the weight you’ve carried,

The battles you’ve fought in silence,

The way you’ve held yourself together

When the world tried to tear you apart.


You’ve been strong, relentless,

My fierce, stubborn warrior, craving the good

In a world that often gives you the worst.

But you’ve faced it all, head held high.


You are my everything, my wild, sweet riot,

A force of nature that can’t be tamed.

Trust that voice deep inside, the one that whispers

You can conquer anything, be anything.


Don’t heed the doubters, even those close as breath,

Trust your instincts,

For you are unstoppable, unbreakable.

The future is waiting for you to claim it.


Keep going, my beautiful rebel,

The world is yours,

And I’ll always be right here,

By your side, forever.



You’re alright kiddo.

- Rotten.




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