We are not created for the sole purpose of pleasuring men, those disgusting bastards we willingly spread our legs for because society brain washed into thinking we were sexual objects to be played around with. Servants, to do all the dirty work, to take care and feed the children that they had forced into our wombs.
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Letters to the dead
PoesíaA suicidal heartbroken teenager with daddy issues, anxiety, stress and a mild depression. I've got a fucked up head and I've been mentally and physically scared for life. I hope I don't bore you with my sadness. Its hard to be depressed and not hide...
