Broken heart, broken trust,
I am building myself,
I am building a little one's life.
I sacrifice, I save life.
When is the time
to save mine in this lifetime?
Who would save me?
Is saving later better
than never?
Are my days on earth
secured to celebrate?
Can I plan my life?
Yes. Do I still have time?
I always run out of time.
Last breath can visit me anytime.
Would there be any regrets?
Yes, and no.
I sacrifice and I save life.
About the Creator
Paula R
Hi! I am delighted in the art of storytelling, I dreamed of bringing imaginations to life through my writing, turning childhood dreams into captivating tales and be amazed by the wonders of the world, world trivia, or mysteries.
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