They may be a punk; they're the softest person I know.
They may be willing to stand up and fight; I know, deep down inside, they feel guilty for hurting a fly.
They may have had to grow up tough from the bullying that started on the first day of nurdary class; I see through the bravado like crystal clear glass.
They may have shut off from the world, become distant and cold after years of abuse and trauma; I got to connect with them on an otherworldly level.
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