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Listen...
This is for the secret lovers in unidentified locations. Eating the full course of forbidden love and it's inextinguishable flames of passion. Cheats, hiding from family and allies but not from each other.
This is for them who can't hold hands but their souls are tied. The ones this moralistic world sells lies about and like blind people we keep lining up to buy. I see you.
This is for the crying mothers. Those who've lost sons to stray and hateful bullets. Those who lost their little girls to fear and bullies. It's for barren mothers. Abused mothers. Struggling mothers. We owe you our worthless breaths.
This is for the shy girls. The ones in pink everything. Skin as soft as flower petals. Behind their softness lies warm cascading waterfalls that drink the rest of the world in. When they smile at us, we feel special.
This is for the gentlemen. The men who live by gentle in the term. Period.
This is for present dads. The majority who decided to take responsibility for their own and those who assume such roles when the responsible ones won't.
This is for the chiseled men. The ones who took time to carve out their muscles. Half of the world's girls' dream.
This is for the feminists who complement the menisists. Equality is a thing that can benefit us all.
This is for everyone who fights so that others can know freedom. Taste it. Those who fight for democracy and human rights. Those who fight for us.
This is for our children. Our future. I am sorry that we arrogantly set your home on fire. I hope you extend your forgiveness to enable us find peace in final homes.
This is for everyone making the world a better place. It's good to share this universe with angels.
This is for you whose reading this. For your light and spirit. Whatever and whomsoever you are, I appreciate you.
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So... how is your Sunday? My laundry is waiting... I feel lazy and my back is here cursing thinking of how it will survive this heap of dirt and sweat. I should get a laundry machine before forty hits home. In other unrelated news, 36 is two weeks away. Damn... I am old!
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