Without us, there would be no you. It’s funny to consider.
Our sex determines so much and sometimes it’s
Sometimes it’s a form of torture.
To be distorted from the inside.
I have to give up so much while you so little. Why?
I must burn to create something ‘wonderful’.
You remain intact as the day you came.
To remain perfect.
Pain equals gain or so we’re told. It’s seems contradictory.
For you, it’s a simple decision. For me, it’s