I don't remember much anymore.
All I know is that I came from afar, the leaders of many tribes tell me the same thing.
You are too weak to see the light.
I wonder who I was. I think I was a mother.
But I don't remember anymore, I'm too weak to get out of bed. But if I close my eyes and dream, I could see a small child with blond hair surrounded by ash and blood of my people.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
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