Petulant children, free of thought, lacking knowledge – hope is naught.
Always in misery, always in pain, these children put me in panic again.
Never acknowledging the hell that they cause,
I want my life back to the way it was. Get out of my life and leave me alone. You’re giving the empath a heart of stone.
Come on, please, just take the hint. You’re not welcome here for even a stint. What you’re doing is wrong. Deep down you know it. You make me panic, though I try not to show it. Go away now and live your own life. Leave my husband alone. You are NOT his wife.
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