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What no one will ever understand is that the world belongs to orphans, everything becomes our mother.
the corners of her eyes break into a river of wrinkles.
How terrible—to be an ordinary orphan. Not a superhero. Not a wizard in waiting. Not a prophet who goes to a cave. Just—ordinary. All that grief, wasted. All that fucking grief for nothing.
Don’t let the small things become the big things.
