It was another day in the supposed paradise The sun was burning hot and high But I was so low I just wanted to die My shirt stuck to my back as I was sweating profusely Then I heard the voice of the woman who abused me She rushed in and hurried me out to the main house She cleaned me up and made me wear a new blouse She rolled in my suitcase while talking on the phone It was mother on the other end and I was going home The day had finally come and I had survived to an extent I would come to know love; a concept lost on me until then
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