you act like you know me and you should.
met me at my loins, fell into them because of what they let you
believe about you;
but there is no grace for me.
i must pay for the both of us,
because i am willing
and able;
i bleed as a matter of course.
i dream of a world that is loving rather than competitive, innovative rather than subsidized, and big enough to require more than five senses to experience it.
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