Building Character

[agent_kirasawa]

When I was a young boy
I cried over scraped knees
I recoiled from isopropyl alcohol
The cold metallic burn inside my skin
Water splashing from my glasses

As I grew slightly older
It was a badge of honor
I came to relish that sting
The firefighter's selective blaze
That kept the forest and fields safe

To suffer it on top of injury
Is less than the fever or pus
That would come otherwise
Honesty is also antiseptic
I have grown to relish it similarly

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