Hurt...I've been painted white, the kind of white that you paint blank walls for your patients so that it gives them a clean feeling when they get knifes plunged Into their guts to testify that they gave it their all.
The ying and yang, the push and pull, the feeling of knowing that when you give , it's only received....kinda like the world is an oyster...incept your the pearl...the pearl that everyone wants to buy for there hubby's and wife's so that they can shine them around the city knowing that their swagger will be unmatched....pitiful isn't it...stray dogs are the ones forcefully picked up, when you have a world full of clean ones that need loving....the eggshell cracks and its life ends but in the end it becomes a beautiful cake. A cake so renowned that its in a wedding. The nourishment to the mother that's gives birth to the miracle. More like accident when she had the one night stand....now she's painted white, with a burden unable to bear.
