Everyone sees me as a happy child,
but it is child suffers,
your heart bleeds so much anguish,
so many feelings stored in your little heart.
My soul screaming for my feelings to disperse,
more chains can not fight for freedom.
In my small stash cry ...
To relieve the pain in my heart ...
Until my soul is freed
keep on Pretending to be happy,
for that who love not suffer as I am suffering!
- Milena ferreira
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