You’re so strong, I wish you knew it. I know you count the days like a sentence for a crime you didn’t commit. You think you’re being punished for the sins of those before you, whether your birthmark really is the wound that ended it all in a battle? But I know you fought a good cause in that life.
Because you were born to suffer.
You had to be in the darkness to learn that you are the light. This world is filled with living corpses, people so dead inside that their hearts only beat as another’s breaks. They will both need your guidance.
Shine on my darling. You are the descendent of stardust, the mother that ignited all life.