I am brave. Like in physical things that solicit brazen rebellion. But in the quiet things,...those whisperings of the soul that appear shrouded and foggy even to your own mind...I fail. I give in. To the definitive baritone of patriarchy. Every fucking time. That which pumps self doubt into my anatomy. Deepening my blue every passing minute.
Brave, but not really.
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