The Tampon Poem

The Tampon Poem

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It's your time of the month. And you are dying because of this atrocity that is your period. Nobody seems to understand that yes, you are the only one who matters right now. But then you meet an inconsiderate asshole who catches you on one of your bad days when your cramps are worse then usual and has the nerve to say; "Oh, do you have your period? Is that why you're acting like this?" This poem is for all the women out there who want to rip this idiots face off. This poem was written and read by Sierra Demudler. This is not my poem I don't claim to own any of it. Also there is swearing.
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I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

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