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by nix
Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2207060
Let us give atleast a piece of our today for those who gave us all of their yesterdays.
Growing up, I had a lot of people around me.
I had never felt alone and they all did a great job raising me.

Thanks to them I started walking, not only with my feet but straight up and confident.
I have changed from always clingy to a woman independent.
And they all took part in the making.
But no one was complaining.

Now that I have grown up, I have not seen those faces in like forever.
But I have never dared to stop to remember.
But I am always working.
I go back to another shift when the other one is ending.

I do not hate working hard.
But I have missed moments, happy and sad .
For these kind of moments do not happen planned.

When I think about it all, it kills me.
And I have good enough reasons which do not even convince me.

What has been lost is lost, but I am not willing to lose more.
I will not waste another second and I am coming home.
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