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Still, I fear ridicule and rejection, more than ever.
I’m happy to have answered my conscience, so I shy away from them, and their raised eyebrows.
In all their calm existence, they carry a voice. The voice of silence. And that silence must be heard.
“What’s she useful for, anyway? I just had some fun,“ he says, numbing her senses.
Her own womb betraying its kin.
Lust overpowering love.