I'm on my knees. I am in need. I want to pray for my son. Stars dot the sky as freckles may dot his face. You count them. You see possibilities. I see deaths. Thousands of ways and not just physical. Can this mind you gave me explain you away? So many diseases and pleases and thank yous. I receive the images of stars but my eyes mislead me. Those stars have burnt out a million years before I ever saw them.
Oh, make sure you fight, baby boy. May you fight sincerely like the cells of your namesake.
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