The head.
She felt something heavy. Heavier than she could bear. Her folks left her for dead She would be now the head. To make sure the extra mouths are fed Until they are able to stand on their own The task had little reward. With yelling at her slightest errors. A sharp pain came from within. With all them gone. Noone cared her demise was close. Forgetting all she gave. But never received anything. She curses the world . With her last breath.
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