Deep are the wounds women have endured for centuries. The pain, the shame, the injustice, the injury and anger runs deep in our cellular memory... Somehow we must find a way to renew ourselves genetically and heal inside all the way to the Core of who we are.
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If I saw you again, I would make the mistake of looking at you for too long, As I did it once, not knowing that a few moments would be enough, To stay living in me forever.
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Yeah I better take the fucking genius out of you and you want to send me to fuck off i don't know how many times.
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I've been thinking about you all day, happens that when i juggle verbs I always want to fuck under your navel.
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"They did not need claws, horns, or any theatrical entrance; womanhood provided enough architecture for them to build a kingdom inside me.
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No titles, no short letters no signatures, no commitments, maybe an "I love you" and a "You're mine and you're mine"
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If He Could Say What He Really Felt, This Is Probably What He'd Say…
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Be careful sis! -my dear little sister told me- because if you fall in love with a quarantine you'll lose your reason. -And I looked at her and said- Oh my silly girl don't be stupid, I'll never fall in love! I'm one of those who play a little and leave more na' ha ha ha.
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No me tomas, but you don't let me go either and when I decide to leave, stop thinking about you, and forbid me to be inspired in you, you come back asking let love make you.
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I stopped covering my skin, when I found myself thinking of you all the time, when it was impossible for me to deny that my mind already belonged to you entirely. There was still some fear in my heart, I'd been hurt before, so falling in love wasn't a conscious choice. It just happened.
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You say you love her. But you ghost her emotions. You flinch when she cries. You roll your eyes when she's "too much." You leave the room when things get deep. You blame stress, work, needing space, needing time, being tired.
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“I walked along this road so feeble, desperate and alone. With calloused hands and calloused feet; no place to call my own. Four walls and ceilings. Four walls and ceilings.
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