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Filled with sadness and dispair,
How many women have joined my here,
At the breackfast table left in ruin?
How many mothers sit lost in gloom,
Lost and lonely and utterly worn,
Wondering why the hell they were born.
Problems that stack themselves
Layer
Upon
Layer,
Until it seems that they�ve
Always been there.
Husbands leave wives �cause they�re bored by
The sight
Of a back bowed low from work day and night.
The world is torn by stress and strife
It�s nothing compared to our daily life.