18 October 2015

True man

The bags under my eyes tell stories,
just like the rings of a tree trunk.

One ring holds stories of the night shifts I worked ,Another holds a long night of loving someone ,But the deepest ones are from staying up all day ,to make my family happy .

But these will never go away....

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The kid .

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