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800 milligrams of ibuprofen lasted about two hours. More pain. At library. Trying to finish prostitutes. Want to cry, want to cry. I love to be a girl but not.to.day. I have this feeling all the time that I'm barren, like I'll never give birth the way I long to. I wonder if men ever envy our ability to grow another life? I would think so, except I know little of the male mind. I suppose the popular belief is that most men get all the fulfillment they need out of just having a penis.
Forty years of this, a dozen plus times a year. All for the sake of giving life to one, maybe two, possibly three. Seldom more. I will relate it to the phoenix, as I do so many things, and say that this pain is our immolation. We suffer so we may rise again, in new skin, a new form.
I like metaphors. Possibly more than is sane. But I never claimed sanity, did I
Forty years of this, a dozen plus times a year. All for the sake of giving life to one, maybe two, possibly three. Seldom more. I will relate it to the phoenix, as I do so many things, and say that this pain is our immolation. We suffer so we may rise again, in new skin, a new form.
I like metaphors. Possibly more than is sane. But I never claimed sanity, did I