And I will always choose the broken ones, the sad hurt messed up broken boys who don't know what they are or why, or who they want to be. And I will allow myself to hope that in allowing myself to love these terrible, lovely boys I will be safe - that they will never be loved by anyone but me. That I will be safe in the knowledge that my love for
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