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[complexqueeen]

Feet tingling, mind deflating, heart full yet yearning for more.

Motherhood fills, and egotistical insecure husbands leave gaping holes.

Little hands, big hearts, real smiles.

Big hands, small hearts, stony smiles.

Why does it eat at me so? Why do we crave testosterone, when all they provide is heartache and pregnancies?

[complexqueeen]

Hi Mr. matrix, it’s me again thinking about how you’re spending your day.

My day’s just swell. Just trying to unlock level impossible. I don’t like this level. There are too many hurdles, too many hidden passages, too many paths.

You know, it’s OK to level down. It’s OK to just be without challenges. You’re enough, without having to prove yourself. We all know you can create some pretty mind fucking games.

I’m here if you wanna talk and level down.

Xoxo

Player x

[complexqueeen]

Foot tapping.

Palm sweating.

Stuck in a time warp, assuming my problems will freeze as well.

Betrayed, rejected, dismissed.

Are those feelings intertwined with femininity?

It sure as hell feels that way.

We are all just players in the matrix.

Conniving wins, honesty loses.

Façade protects, vulnerability gets attacked.

Small talk attracts, meaning repels.

I’d like to install an antivirus in this system.

To absolve us of the infectious virus of egos, bullshit, and dominance.

That would be some version of Utopia.

Well, Mr. Matrix… any chance we can run a free trial?