Warrior Heart, fight for the things you believe in, even when the world splits open beneath your feet, even when your voice quivers and your hands no longer has the strenghts to carry on. You will emerge victorious.
The sun. The father. Nothing last forever.
For my uncle who had sunflowers in every room. May you rest in peace.
Im a ethereal.
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