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Decided to write this right now because I'm tired.
Tired of crying, tired of waiting, tired of performing my duties and even more.
Although, I know after this, or even right now, I am crying, I am waiting, and performing my duties to a deeper extent.Some, duties that I don't even need to fill.
I volunteered to fill those spots (yes, that's with an s, in plural form) because I saw the urgency to have them filled. I'm a teacher alright.
I don't have kids yet. But being the eldest in a house of five makes me a dad. Well, that's what I think. I'm a dad alright.
I don't have kids yet. But being the teacher of sixteen students and overseeing them in an outside school activity makes me a dad. Well, that's what I think. I'm a dad alright.
To you, whom I want to reach but I can't because you wouldn't want me to... Three dots is what I leave.
To you, who just passed by after descending the stairs, and saw me standing by the first door... I'm taking it slow. It breaks me, but that I gotta accept. Healing isn't easy, yeah I know.
To you, whom I always count on. I know you're praying for me. Though our communication is less, I know we're still accountable to each other. Sorry for all the rants. I wasn't even able to ask your needs. How selfish of me...
To you who doesn't even reply and continues on coming in at nights, mornings even, I don't know what to do. Is your smile a mask or your words a curtain?
To You who hear me out always. I know You are hearing out. I know that Your pain is greater than mine.
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