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This tears are not the same little tears
They are of the unknown
When we quarrel I feel the fear more
Because my security is threatened
And the children we will bear have no idea
That growing up is a full time job.
I am not crying because of what you said,
But, because my tears fall on the soil of your house,
They’re no longer for daddy or mummy
They are because, is you?
Could it be that I am really growing up?
Why do I have to be so responsible?
I am still this baby, who needs direction.
In time and I will be the baby who’s going...