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Aug 2018
Dear mother
And father
Now I know how cold this world
After you released me in the airport

My responsibility is not that much
But the pressure I hold
Sometimes It’s too much
For me to hold it by my own

You helped me
By financially
Screaming at me
Feed me
And raised me

I was too proud to say that
I Cried In My Sleep
You may think I have a strong heart
But my eyes cannot hold the tears
To my parents
Peter Axl D Pranagiri
Written by
Peter Axl D Pranagiri  18/M/Nogales
     Leah Wilke, Fawn, APriCoT and NoahArkenswagg
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