Isn’t it funny that the reward for standing up for some one is a target painted on your back?
Late nights and cigarettes with girls and guys who i consider friends. Couches, movies, and cuddling. Good times, bad times, and the norm. Jokes made at midnight. Thoughts that are held so dear. Scars held just under the surface. Music and games followed with tea and hot cocoa. Grilled cheese and blanket forts. Dimmed lights and junk food. Screaming at the top of lungs to the many lyrics that surround my life. These are the many things I love doing. Ps. My name is Aaron Stewart and my life isn't controlled by fear.
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