"What will become of you
Worries me".. she tells me.

"You need to get a job.
Earn money"... she says.

She had had her job for 38 years.
For 38 years they'd tried to kill her.
They bought her youth,
Her beauty,
Her sleep,
Her peace
For few thousand.

They gave her early ageing.
Swollen knees,
Backache,
Hair loss.
Blood pressure.
They did all they could to kill her.
To seize her life.
The fun and the joy...

They paid her just enough
to eat.
To gain just enough energy
Necessary for them to feed.
They even made her believe
That this is how it is!
That's all that there is.
The only way to bliss,
That this is how it always was supposed to be.
This is what life means.

But they are gonna take it
All back.
With all the sickness
There is gonna be a monstrous
Hospital bills.
Her savings won't be enough.
She had had her soul sold.
And for what?

I think they even took her mind
And her sight.

But I know
she'll gain back all her sense.
On her death bed.
And know it was a bad business.
But by then it'll be too late.

And it worries me...
What will become of her,
when her illusion breaks?

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