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So here is my outreach.
Half the time I am a "beautiful young lady" and the other time "a dirty old bastard twisted crook bitch." All of this by the same lady of course.
I am beginning to feel that death and birth are essentially the same process. At the beginning and at the end, we cannot eat alone, we cannot speak, and all we mainly do is sleep.
I don't even know if I am helping. I hope I make a difference while I am there. Because when I come home I realize that I would chose death instead- it just seems more comfortable.
Half the time I am a "beautiful young lady" and the other time "a dirty old bastard twisted crook bitch." All of this by the same lady of course.
I am beginning to feel that death and birth are essentially the same process. At the beginning and at the end, we cannot eat alone, we cannot speak, and all we mainly do is sleep.
I don't even know if I am helping. I hope I make a difference while I am there. Because when I come home I realize that I would chose death instead- it just seems more comfortable.