If I Can't Write It Would Be

I Think Bravery Means A Different Thing To Everyone.

We Don't Know Our Hearts Until Life Puts Us To The Test, And Wwii Fascinates Because It Was The Last Time Everyone Was Simultaneously Pushed To Their Limit.

Something I Am Now Convinced Of, After Researching Everyone Brave, Is That None Of Us Is Born Courageous In All Respects.

In My World Death Will Come Chasing. In Your World It Will Start Whispering In Your Ear To Destroy Yourself. I Know This Because It Started Whispering To Me When I Was In The Detention Center.

Death, Of Course, Is A Refuge. It's Where You Go When A New Name, Or A Mask And Cape, Can No Longer Hide You From Yourself. It's Where You Run To When None Of The Principalities Of Your Conscience Will Grant You Asylum.