What Stays With Me Most Is A

All These Types Of Love Come Out Of Duty, Respect, And Gratitude. Most Of Them, As The Women In My County Know, Are Sources Of Sadness, Rupture, And Brutality.

In Every Message She Spoke Of Birds, Of Flight, Of The World Away. Even Back Then, She Flew Against What Was Presented To Her. I Wanted To Cling To Her Wings And Soar, No Matter How Intimidated I Was.

We're Told That Men Are Strong & Brave, But I Think Women Know How To Endure, Accept Defeat & Bear Physical & Mental Agony Much Better Than Men.

When People Are Alive They Love, When They Die, They Keep Loving. If Love Ends When Person Dies, That Is Not Real Love

My Heart Is Empty & My Life Has No Value Anymore. Each Moment A Thousand Tears.