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Every month we battle with the nasty witch (periods),
During the pregnancy we bear the hell;
Couldn't sit, couldn't walk,
Couldn't sleep and couldn't wake up.
While delivery will almost die,
Stitches to the internal parts,
Heavy loaded pain in the breast.
What to say
And how to...?
Many of them even don't have,
Enough words to express,
But do you know what's the more,
Unbearable thing than all this?
And domination by the family,
Every day, every hour, every minute,
Every single second flicks to the heart,
Breaks into the pieces.
The feel of agony among everyone
Is a noxious pain where the death pain becomes nothing.