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Sacrifice
Sacrifice
Readable from her eyes,
Even when she cries.
Possible all lies.
So much love to give
The only reason to live.
How shall she prove
The sacrifice?
She has so much to lose
Every mountain she would move.
Her Sacrifice is the risk she takes.
All her rules and priorities she breaks
To give and give and give
So you can live and live and live.
Some call...
Sunday 23rd January 2022 10:45 pm
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