You say you love everything that falls under my name, yet you only worship my body. How is that fair? I am not solely made of flesh and skin to be nibbled at and sucked on. I am also made - if not the most relevantly - of empathy, kindness, devotion, wit, anger, discontent, fear and a little bit of drama. How dare you reduce me to one single trait as if I were a puzzle from which you can - and want to - extract one piece, the most overused and degrading? There is such a simple way to lose me, and you have aced it completely - you undervalued me.
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Peninta
Short StoryPeninta = greek translation for 'fifty'. Re-designing the concept of 'excerpts from a book I will never write'. Focused more on society's malevolence. Copyright 2016 DocendoDiscimus