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I am a woman who loves women. The tears I cry, they spring from a river and drain across my face like yolk.
Didn’t understand that she caused me suffering. Didn’t understand that love was like that.
As long as I’m alive and able, I won’t stop talking about humanity and all of its fears.
if you don’t either fulfill or rid yourself of your desires, you’re going to find yourself deep in the abyss of meaninglessness.
Why keep pretending to be a good person when it’s obviously that painful for you to show compassion?
