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January 22, 2013. I so feel like writing, and am not even sure what to write about. funny thing is every day on my way home, i look into people's eyes and promise myself to write and make plans to make someone's life better. Thing is there is so much pain. so much uncertainty everywhere i look. What i don't understand is who will ever answer the questions. Let me start with the questions in my babies' eyes every morning. single mum that i am, when i leave in the morning, they have this ever present question "will you come back?" Breaks my heart. Every time. That makes me scared to hell of what will happen if i don't come back. If am not able to come back to them, ever again. How would life be? I know, they'd somehow adapt to the new situation but, do i want them to. Then again, do i have a choice? Then I find smartly dressed people waiting for commuter taxis at the bus stop.. That is another story, usually covers up the ones i left at my house. Take fo...