I'm not afraid of work,
Of handling the chores,
From cooking to cleaning,
From laundary to dishes,
I'm not afraid of anything....
I'm afraid of being left out,
In my own house,
I will not call it home,
Where isn't a peace like Rome,
I'm afraid to be frustrated,
Devastated and truely lonely too,
And having just walls and screens
To fill up the gap...
Mamma, please....
I can't stand anymore,
I can't live without you....
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