my reasons
i've been broken, still am
i've thought of death many a time
but i can not do it,
for i hear pitter patter and a cry
my neice and nephew,
i consider them my kids,
they make me smile, cry even my worst days aren't that bad
i want to set an example for them,
going to college living my dream
maybes they can live their's
they are my reasons for pushing my limit,
i may be broken,
but i have my reasons to stay strong.
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