Fuilds of love?
We are able to exchange body fluids but not the pains that shaped the paradigms shift of how you treat yourself, you might recieve the same treatment from another then we could call it fate. Without the review of the future within the past, the future could rotate in a past with a different setup cause we had feared to be weak amongst others, to further this in a much more secret location where we've hidden our strengths but publicly living through our fears and doubts.
The question had rather relapsed into a rotational circuit and had landed, walked through a terminal, do single mothers raise sexist man or women and it is rather oblivious to think it does not have a reproductive approach to it. The mother is always thinking of ways to feed their children and they can not be there during their growth whilst putting stress to have an outcome. There's only so much input she can offer. Now it is up to the child to make sure they become therefore where does that input come from t.v,friends, other family members, books but where could they find the water to grow the seeds that they're.
We might have exchanged bodily fluids but we do not know who are we to each other. This might end with a "love child" left fatherless or motherless, how do so many of this children end up being flashed down toilets. ( I say as the one writing this it is better to not have been born to experience the horrors of this world but then again, they'll never experience the fragility of the human body). But how many brave mothers chose to raise their children without father figures, even though she will have to use the same bed her and her child sleep on to have intercourse, so the child may have food. Twisted clay the child sees and still awake to want to play with it.
How did she end up dead , burnt to the ashes, the brim had an end ofcourse but nobody knew that she was the end. The hurt of a women( I do understand that not all women are mothers or wifes, the same applies to men but then again why do they all have wombs) how the tears of the night will be wiped eternally. -- The tales never end he said thereafter pain had over poured and stained our shirts even though a wash was applied the stain never went away even though a new shirt was applied.
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