Mama, don’t you love me?
You took me away because of the fear of responsibility.
You took me away because of the fear to society.
You took me away because of the fear of property.
Mama, don’t you love me?
You took me away when my life had started.
You took me away when you were scared.
You took me away when you couldn’t fight.
Mama, don’t you love me?
My life was short.
My life was denied.
My life was nothing.
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