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Gift of Life
Existence delivered with interest.
The gift of life is not a bow. It is breath on loan, guardians holding the door while you learn what their mistakes cost.
Mother, Father — not idols. Laborers. The hug and the start are real currency.
Forever and ever is a hymn. Accurate is inheritance: bone, habit, argument, the belonging you spend adulthood either honoring or escaping.
Nobody replaces them. Some days you wish someone could.
The loan keeps compounding quietly.
JV · Dark Heart Labs