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A quick wipe of her face Evidence of the stream Now gone A deep breath and a few sniffles Clearing herself up before going back To Them Have to remain strong for them Put the veil over her tiredness Camouflage her hurt The distress and heartaches are abundant Yet for them It is of no issue She’d continue to show face Give her very last breath All for them Their happiness, smiles The very sound of their laughter Yea...that’s all that matters to her All that makes sense in her world All that ever would So . . . Deep breath, few sniffles Clear face The little loves of her life awaits
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Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
Little Loves
A quick wipe of her face Evidence of the stream Now gone A deep breath and a few sniffles Clearing herself up before going back To Them Have to remain strong for them Put the veil over her tiredness Camouflage her hurt The distress and heartaches are abundant Yet for them It is of no issue She’d continue to show face Give her very last breath All for them Their happiness, smiles The very sound of their laughter Yea...that’s all that matters to her All that makes sense in her world All that ever would So . . . Deep breath, few sniffles Clear face The little loves of her life awaits
An ode of sorts to moms. You have one of the hardest occupations known to man.
AAC
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29/F/San Diego, Ca
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
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