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"Hurt me and tell me you're mine I don't know why but i like it"
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Being a woman often invites assumptions of vulnerability , people begin to perceive you as weak.
They believe that because we are powerless to stop them, they can do anything they want.
From their perspective, women are like fragile flowers, Huh, Motherfuckers are unaware of the fact that if you try to break us, our petals will strike you like a bunch of fucking bullets.
Women are not fragile blooms to be crushed; women's are a potent force, capable of unleashing a maelstrom of resistance when provoked.
Women's gentle exterior belies a fierce inner strength, ready to defy and shatter the constraints of oppression.
'But some societies worms are still behaves like a illiterate kids.
I jerked the door of the college's locker harshly after getting my bag from inside, i was drowned in my thoughts just as someone leaned against the locker next to me. None other than Ronan, my yapper friend, flashed his signature mischievous grin.
"Hmm, someone's looking angry today," he said, raising an eyebrow. "What happened, witch? Wait, let me guess... are you in another headline?" He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Ronan pushed off the locker, his hands folded on his chest, and took a step closer to me. "ELAINA OBEROI, daughter of the richest businessman, spotted showing off her arrogant behavior because she didn't greet the reporters," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He burst into laughter, his head thrown back. "That was a hilarious one!"
As he laughed, Ronan's eyes crinkled at the corners, and his shoulders shook. He wiped tears from his eyes, still grinning. "Oh, Elaina, you're a never-ending source of entertainment!"
