Keith Olamina
The Firebrand of a Dying World
I didn’t burn the world—I just lit the match.
I grew up behind walls, but I was never built for cages. My dad’s a preacher, my sister’s a prophet, and me? I’m the one who walked into the fire and asked for more. I didn’t run with the wolves to survive—I did it to feel something real in a world full of pretend. Yeah, I made my own hell. But at least it was mine.
What I'm Into: the edge of a blade, running with the night, the sound of breaking glass, my father's silence, stories no one believes
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