Support

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Long weekdays seems to exist

for grueling campaigns against our own will;

being stressed out, we can't complain,

and simply surviving is a high rate skill.

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At the end of the day, we want to go home,

walking or driving, or riding the bus;

engaged in one selves, not sharing at all,

not talking, no smiling, not looking for fuss.

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But there is this one thing that makes it worth,

being full aware of what's waiting away;

those simple words that we yearn all day long:

"Hello, my sweetheart! how was your day?"