So many years in the making, and it cracks just like that. The armor you’ve worn your whole life, the one so heavy it coats the very tips of your limbs, suddenly feels thinner than you ever believed. The same armor that has been hiding that fragile, stubborn, martyr heart of yours. Martyrdom felt like strength, and you carved its symbol into the armor as if it were holy. But maybe, just maybe, not everyone who wears armor is a martyr. Maybe no one truly wants to be one. Maybe

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