How does one escape their surroundings when the unknown is far more terrifying.
They don't have the medicine to survive, at least not without a fight.
Certainly not without the means to squire it.
A father who loves me, after years upon years of conflict.
The clock is ticking, cancer doesn't give a shit.
I love you prairies, for giving me a home.
For better or for worse.
Even if I leave you, you will never leave my heart.
