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So many days

we sat there—

wondering if we’d ever be somebody,

if the world would ever hear

our screams.

Our pleas.

.

For survival.

For success.

For one more tomorrow.

.

But now—

look at you.

Look at your today.

Acknowledge what you’ve done.

.

You shouted into the void,

and finally—

after decades—

you heard an echo.

.

Proof.

You are not alone.

.

You’ve not only been heard—

you’ve found your voice.

You found yourself.

Creating art

we never even imagined:

you turned our pain,

our torture,

our suffering—

into something beautiful

and you shared it

with the world.

.

And they didn’t hesitate.

They listened.

They saw us.

They stayed.

.

You did that.

For us.

For me.

.

I will never stop

cheering you on.

.

You are taking the worst parts of me

and making them

the best parts of you.

.

That takes strength.

And while I might not have that yet—

I cannot wait

to be the me who does.

.

Because you—

you are delightful.

You are my role model.

I’ll never stop looking up to you.