Pain
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Last published Mon, Dec 11, 2023
I'm hurting today from hands that ought to have shielded me. My life has become a miserable, empty void caused by the people I loved the most.
Their hands turned every happiness in life into a poisonous bitterness.
As a woman, I'm deeply disturbed by this. Perhaps this day wouldn't come if I were a man.
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