You work to give your kids a better life. You accept that as the way. It’s not that the sacrifice isn’t worth it, it’s the cost of admission and the price of self-neglect and the slow painful death of the inner child. The sincere smile that peaks through the blood shot eyes. They were fighters, loyal and driven. They lived to the honor of the story of their time. But it’s an old and tired tale. They played the script that was given to them and they played it well.

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