No doubt she was lost.
No more girly actings infront of friends gathering.
She realizes that the feminist wave of 21 century was blind.
Blind as hell.
And all that body language shit never helped a thing, neither the lipstick.
All the preserving-your-identity-protecting-your-female-fragility fucking games always twisted his mind, but, she never knew what the point was.
No doubt she was lost.
Deep inside, she wanted to be the hunting-bubbles-careless-with-red-flowerish-dress-on-eternal-vacation little girl.
But , don't know why, she had to do the games.
The fucking games.
The planning.
Man, that's regression.
That's the opposite of freedom hunting.
That is called fear.
Fear to live the life of your dreams.
All because, a woman can't be a girl, at same time.
She has to be this cyborg projected by crazy feminist in the 3o's .
And that's too much.
It's against the natural flow .
It's like teaching a man not to fight, not to protect, not to hunt for the family.
I live in a day where everybody have their eyes closed for the thinking, and open for the felling.
Let it burn.
Child's eyes, my friend.
Child's eyes.
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