The parallel life of a woman
To be a woman:
Is to search your father's missing love in stranger's beds
To live life scrambling for love
Yet hating every moment of it
To crave gentleness, yet run at the sight of it
Such is womanhood,
in its adequate inadequacy.
- The parallel life of a woman
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