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When I woke up this morning
it was my ninth birthday
I quickly went to the kitchen
to see what my mother prepared me
she had a big knife in hand
and she look at me, looking hungry
I saw the head of my brother
on the table with candles
I'm afraid of, fraid of, fraid of, fraid of her
My perfect mother
She want to, want to, want to, want to kill
Her perfect son
My mother want to kill, my mother want to kill, my mother want to kill me
My mother want to kill, my mother want to kill, my mother want to kill me
I ran away to the bathroom
to hide myself to her
I was panicked, she followed me
with her stained apron
I tripped on the stairs
and she grabbed my leg
for prevent me that running
she cut my leg with her knife