For bloodied knuckles and steady hands. For whiskey bottles under the highchair and joints on the kitchen table. For boys too old for their skin and girls too old for their souls. For dancing and screaming and fighting and fucking. For promises made and promises kept and promises broken. For families soaked in their own blood. For friends whose hands are just as dirty. For falling in love while no one’s paying attention. For holding it all together when all you want to do is break.

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