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As a woman, I’ve willingly submitted to men. But only when they were worth it. Rare AF.

Spiritual trauma is real And it happens in churches Every. Damn. Week. Tell me of your childhood Wednesday night fellowships Truth sandwiches fed Sundays, friend. Were you raised similarly? Indoctrination of men Bible Verses spoken by Sunday school bottom feeders Broken dribbles Many who twisted pureness Everlasting truths of Love To harmonize souls Submission given Tell me of your sins, Child Who saw theirselves as speakers how many in the Midwest?

Dear @🇵🇸 whoever loves Digit Thanks for taking care of me 🫂

Algorithm has proven true Manipulation & wisdom starvation Effective use of brain drain Humans stay in their avatar bubbles Believing it to be an intelligent life Symbiotic symbolism bangs on clattering of noise Desperately seeking what Delusions that they are the signal Confusion abounds I remember why I chose my path Came back online to seek An old friend Was it all worth it? For him or me? For whom the bell tolls … Walking zombies The Real World Eyes always speak Listen or don’t There is love There is will Submission ( this is old poetry )

I read Anne Frank’s diary as a child Promised myself I’d make it to Europe This fucking hurts so much.

My beloved gg took me to see #Schindler’sList upon release in 1993, directed by Steven Spielberg. She was always so kind and loving but when I asked to leave to use the restroom… she said no. One of the only times she gave me “ the look” 👀 that told me not to ask again.

You can respect someone for their vision as well as hate them for their actions. I know this as I face myself daily.

That said … this is still truth that can’t be ignored