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For the brave souls who burned the bridges between themselves and their demons. And for those still trying to light the match—we’ll wait for you.
“Love. Loathing. Same passion, different names,” he told her. “And how easily and swiftly the line can be blurred, don’t you think?”
Like all this time she’d thought she’d been breathing clean air, but now she realized the smoke had just taken a while to suffocate her.
“It’s never easy to realize that the people who are supposed to protect us are the ones who can create the deepest scars.”

