Sorry Dear !!!!

 I know, the support I got from you, when I was struggled !
 
 I know, the support I got from you, when I was alone ! 
 
 I know, I cant really return it. 
 
 I know, you never expected any thing while supporting me ! 
 
 I know, what ever I earned today , all because of you ! 
 
 You know, still I remember those tears in your eyes only because of me ! 
 
 You know, still am saying sorry to it ! 
 
 I know, you will not see these words because I know, am not in your mind !!!!

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