On the Life of Women
What is life ?
But of pain and pleasure.
The passion of one woman and one man.
The love of one woman for her offspring.
The hate of one woman for those who have
Walked on when she's fallen.
The guilt of one woman for not being able
To survive or forgive.
The pain of one woman when
All she's loved and cared for has been
Ripped out of her soul.
The life of one woman is one we must endure
And not take advantage of and be happy for,
Because one day that life of one woman
could vanish and may never feel emotion
again.
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