||𝑅𝑂𝐿𝐸||
Hey Brother

||𝑁𝐴𝑀𝐸||
Jon "Keats" Babin
||𝐴𝐺𝐸||
17
||𝑆𝐸𝑋𝑈𝐴𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑌||
Bi
||𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹||
Male
||𝐹𝐴𝐶𝐸𝐶𝐿𝐴𝐼𝑀||
(Male pictured above)

||𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐴𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑌||
Left alone since birth, he doesn't know many people besides his aunt and uncle.
But when he loves, he loves entirely and completely. A quiet romantic, he lives by emotion over reason, giving him an impulsive innocence that almost reminds you of an animal. Talking isn't much of a strength— he'll stutter when it doesn't come out right— but he writes with an eloquence most would find surprising. He's still figuring things out.

||𝐵𝐴𝐶𝐾𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑅𝑌||
It doesn't bother him that he doesn't remember what his parents looked like, or how his father did his hair in the morning, or what color lipstick his mother wore. It kind of bothers him that they left, though. His aunt and uncle were nice enough, though they stowed him away in the attic like a Christmas decoration. But they hugged him and told him what a kind boy he was, and it was almost enough to fill the hole his mom and dad left. What they couldn't fill he covered up with books and books and books. He liked all of it: the mysteries, the fantasies, even the Whale Watcher's Bible of Whales. Although of course the poems were his favorite. And even when the aunt and uncle finally told him it "wasn't his fault" what with the money troubles, and that "of course they'd write every day", it still didn't bother him. That much.

||𝐴𝐸𝑆𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑇𝐼𝐶||
𝐿𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑎𝑥, 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑇-𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡, 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠, 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑠

||𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑀𝐸 𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐺||
[Kodaline- All I Want]

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