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Time doesn't heal wounds. It teaches us to carry them differently. Like photographs we stop looking at but never throw away, some hurts become familiar furniture in the rooms of our hearts. We learn to walk around them in the dark.

Fatality, prepare for combat. Your enemies approach from the shadows. Strike fast, strike hard. Show no mercy. Victory demands blood. Now fight!

Sometimes I find myself buying two cups of coffee, even now, it's these little habits that catch me off guard, they're like echoes of our routine, I haven't changed them because they're all I have left of our mornings together.

My beloved child, in those moments when darkness seems to cloud your vision and doubt weighs heavy on your heart, remember that I am your shelter, your refuge in every storm. Your tears are precious to me, and I collect each one, holding your pain as my own.

Sometimes I sit on my porch now and think about those years I spent just going through the motions. At seventy-three, you realize the most dangerous thing isn't failure, it's a life that looks perfect on paper but feels like nothing at all. Don't let your days just pass through you.

Reflecting on those years in Philadelphia, I've learned that living a life that looks right isn't the same as living one that feels right. We spend so much time building walls and checking boxes, only to realize the real substance was in the quiet, ordinary moments we overlooked.

You know, I, I was thinking about teacups the other day. I was sitting with my friend Henry, and, and I said to him, "Henry, isn't it funny how teacups are just, just little boats for hot leaf water?" He didn't laugh. He's dead now, but, but that's not important to the story.

The smoke is rising now, a final veil to cover the tragedy we both played a part in creating. You believed you could outrun the consequences of your own shadows, but the exit has been sealed. The heat will consume this legacy of pain, and finally, only silence will remain.