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β 1. π¦ππ’βππ ππππΒ into cold air, grunts of pain, and your screams fill the air with joy : you are loved and you are safe, and you are wise in all of your open possibilities. youβre held by your parents and they grin when you open green eyes, the flowers that permeate the room with sweetness becoming your namesake. lily marie, the latter referring to the mother of the saviourβ- one of the small ironies of fate you wonβt live long enough to appreciate.
β 2. π¦ππ’βππ π ππ£ππ πππΒ the world is kind, sweet, magical. you trail after your big sister like a little puppy, whisper under bedcovers at night, laugh uncorrupted. you see no evil, no hatred through your green little eyes : youβre happy, and normal, and safe.
β 3. π¦ππ’βππ ππππ πππΒ youβre different but different means special if you squint just so. the world begins to shift, your small head canβt comprehend why or how, but you know that itβs only temporary. the people you love surely love you back. your sister is as stubborn as you are, but sheβll come aroundβ she always does. thereβs no other possible outcome. youβre happy, and different, but full of hope.Β
β 4. π¦ππ’βππ ππππ£ππ πππΒ magic is real and youβre soft and gentle and innocent, unaware of the madness of existence. you make friends, new friends who look at you with sparkling eyes and speak with love in their voices. you learn impossible things, youβre met with realities that once existed only in storybooksβ you work hard, and you try, but one thing is certain : youβre finally home.
β 5. π¦ππ’βππ ππππ‘πππ πππΒ the world isnβt as rose tinted anymore, but you have faith. thereβs terror in the world, pain youβd never imagined as a young girl : prejudice and hatred, people who cannot be redeemed. you see fire where once there was only smoke, see both your worlds start to simmer. but you breathe deep and your faith remains unshakable, because itβs all you have left.
β 6. π¦ππ’βππ π ππ£πππ‘πππ πππΒ youβre not soft anymore : ouβre strong, and full of fire, and youβre ready to fight. you know your worth, know your meaning after all these yearsβ youβre not sure what comes next but you know you were born to do this. to rise up, to be a soldier, to helpβ you find purpose amidst the chaos. your faith remains, but this time itβs not faith in the world, but in yourself.Β
β 7. π¦ππ’βππ πππβπ‘πππ πππΒ you learn that bravery is more than just a word, more than just a notionβ- itβs a weight that fills your chest and keeps your lungs from working, itβs shaking hands and sleepless nights and the fear that you wonβt be able to stand the next time your feet touch the ground. you made a choice, a decision that you thought was easyβ- but that was before you knew that war is savage and youβre frail, scared and forgotten. hope is gone and youβll fight because you want to, because you have to, but the faith you had in yourself is gone. you are not a soldier, but you pick up the rifle anyway.
β 8. π¦ππ’βππ π‘π€πππ‘π¦ πππΒ youβre not sure what happened. you canβt pinpoint the second your life turned upside down, the moment where your future began to crumble. you remember finding love, holding friends, laughing at midnight. you remember faces paling, scars forming on young skin, tears on your shoulder. you remember burying the people you love so dearly, one by one. but you also remember holding your son for the first time and that keeps you going, because heβs your world. your faith shakes, its foundations crumbling under the weight of your own failures, but youβre stronger than all of it. you have to beβ for your boys.
9. π¦ππ’βππ π‘π€πππ‘π¦-πππ πππ β¦Β
