Loc: somewhere in Africa
by Fernando Ortega.
i didn't know the backstory on this when i first heard it. i took it as an expression of care and protectiveness from an adult survivor to his little boy self. it works that way for me, even though it is actually about a failed adoption. but i guess that analogy could work too - i have seen such wonderful examples of that dedication among survivor biological parents and survivor adoptive parents (you know who you are). i have learned something about nurturing my child self from you, too, guys!
As my life goes on I believe somehow something's changed Something deep inside... I've been searchin so long to find an answer Now I know my life has meaning Now I see myself as I am, feeling very free... When my tears have come to an end I will understand What I left behind: a part of me. Chicago
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