Behind these walls,
I'm tired.
I'm tired of not being touched by your eyes.
Left ignored at home, I feel extremely alone.
I'm just the third pillow of your bed,
I'm just the servant that your father promised you would get.
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Behind these walls,
I'm tired.
I'm tired of being an object in your home,
A plate, a chair, just a simple dress.
I'm just a housekeeper, nothing else,
I'm just the difference of my mother when she used to say...
“you'll be happy when he stays.”
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Behind these walls,
I'm tired.
I'm tired of telling you I love you,
You watch my struggle but it does not matter.
I'm just the woman who gave you her dowry,
I'm just the ignorant daughter who provided you with fresh water.
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