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Her day...
#WritcoPoemPrompt25
She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed...
perfecting her poker face as she enters every place. She feels grief to the core replaying the day death was at her door. Before that day he made her say "I promise I'll be ok" So she gets up and does her daily grind, day in day out but happiness is hard...
She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed...
perfecting her poker face as she enters every place. She feels grief to the core replaying the day death was at her door. Before that day he made her say "I promise I'll be ok" So she gets up and does her daily grind, day in day out but happiness is hard...
