Men, too, are very broken. They take their brokenness and pass it to our women and after they take our soul, they drop us like leaving the buds of a marijuana blunt they’ve just smoked. We are their drug. Just like the likeness of a blunt, our outershell is just the casing to the inside of our bodies. Once they have smoked all of the drug, they dispose our bodies like the wrapper of that blunt and move on to the next blunt to suppress their own pain. But right before they light that blunt, they caress it with its tongue and massage it all so delicately. Sounds familiar? And it continues. They don’t seek help, we don’t seek help, and we’ve adopted the lifestyle. Just as we have all other negative connotations and traditions such as rape, molestation, violence, etc.
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