A good day will come.

Wall from waiting wounded

The kids were laughing, sparrows but ruthless

This patience I have comes from the oppression of my soul.

The sharp edge of the suffering passes through the soul and is not on the body of the body, and the first place to show itself is the eyes

I wish I could find your iron heart in the fire after the fire goes out.

Is it that hard to get a like?! Have you ever been in a cage?

I came back from the fire. Not as a hero, not with a medal — but with empty hands, a burned heart, and a mind full of stories no one dared to tell. I was once a firefighter — someone who saved lives. Today,

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harryhar Home Posts harryhar I am all the dandelions of the world. New 21 July I will never forget the name you chose for me. Yes, perhaps I am just a weed. A nameless flower, unpretentious, perhaps deemed