I know who it is for, though. It’s for all the little kids like Coley and Nicky and me, all the kids who have ever been told by classmates and parents and society that they are dirty and inadequate and tainted, all the kids who have ever climbed something and thought about jumping out of hell. More than that, though, it’s for the ones who did jump. It’s for the lost ones, forever silent, that I remained after. I can still try to be brave
