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I must confess I am always stressed, My life takes alot out of me.
And it just seems like im the only one who understands that stress can drive a person crazy.
I cook, clean and take care of a baby.
And yet Im constantly call lazy.
I dont get it, What am I suppose to do?
When my thinking is souly on how to please you.
It feels like im in a dungeon,
I come out when you call.
And even when you do, I dont feel any remorse at all.
Im not allowed to feel any anger.
If I bring it out youll treat me like a stranger.
I just need you to see.
That I have feelings I am a human being.
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