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Women...within their aspiration of love and affection, eventually embody the worst traits of men. It is more of a mistake of infatuation, desire and lust. Less from a thought out process of entanglement.
Women are great, yet they have tried to hard to simply exist in their natural state.
If they would only love themselves and everything around them, before they believe themselves to love any man...
I presume to believe they would embody that sense of love and affection that they so desire.
𝐻𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝓁𝓎 𝒲𝑒𝑒𝓀𝑒𝓃𝒹
𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴𝓮𝓷𝓭
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