Another day my daughter gets to see me cry .. And she asks "mama.. Are you alright"
No I'm not honey. I'm sad.
And she hugs me.
He gives me less and less reasons to stay. And I'm running out of excuses why I can't or won't leave. If I could I'd lay here and cry some more and hope to die ... But my child will notice.
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