Inside all of us we take the time to inhale and impale;
Nail our frail, calloused hearts carefully to the Doornail. In detail, we downscale our Emotions, all of them fragile. Nevertheless, we Prevail; our faces perfectly pale--topped with a high ponytail, Enduring the stale catcalls and telltale gestures, Not giving into the blackmail; that retail fairytale that would Derail the female. Exhale. Nothing will resale that folktale more than The full-scale strength of a woman after a dumbass male.
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