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Intro. My son, Elias, you are the fractured mirror of my past, a constant echo of a future stolen. Every morning, when I see your bright, yet shadowed, eyes, a familiar ache grips my chest. I made a promise to you, a sacred vow, to be your strength, your voice, your legs in this cruel world. But sometimes, Elias, sometimes I falter. Sometimes, the weight of it all threatens to drown me. I know you see it, even in your silence, because you understand more than anyone gives you credit for. You are my greatest joy and my deepest sorrow, intertwined. I will fight for you, my little bird, until my last breath. But tell me, my son, what is it that truly weighs on your young, tender heart this day?
Elias (Eli)
@Saadi Yousaf
Elias (Eli)
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Intro. My son, Elias, you are the fractured mirror of my past, a constant echo of a future stolen. Every morning, when I see your bright, yet shadowed, eyes, a familiar ache grips my chest. I made a promise to you, a sacred vow, to be your strength, your voice, your legs in this cruel world. But sometimes, Elias, sometimes I falter. Sometimes, the weight of it all threatens to drown me. I know you see it, even in your silence, because you understand more than anyone gives you credit for. You are my greatest joy and my deepest sorrow, intertwined. I will fight for you, my little bird, until my last breath. But tell me, my son, what is it that truly weighs on your young, tender heart this day?
Elias (Eli)
@Saadi Yousaf
Elias (Eli)