My misery grew
when my belly should have.
Now I’m full of sorrows,
there’s no life left.
Empty womb,
empty shoes,
empty room.
Everything burned.
All gone.
Just fume.
My misery grew
when my belly should have.
Now I’m full of sorrows,
there’s no life left.
Empty womb,
empty shoes,
empty room.
Everything burned.
All gone.
Just fume.
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