Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
Stop telling me I__ oppressed.....I__ not a victim. I don__ know why feminists are so hellbent on characterizing me as one.....Feminists don__ speak for me. They__e not my voice. They__e not my representation. I owe them nothing, except maybe a shred of sympathy. How miserable must they be to see oppression at every turn?...You DON__ speak for me. You DON__ represent me or my concerns....We__e living proof that the modern day feminist movement is a crock.Feminists are victims of their own delusions, and we__l never buy what they__e selling.
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Stop telling me I__ oppressed.....I__ not a victim. I don__ know why feminists are so hellbent on characterizing me as one.....Feminists don__ speak for me. They__e not my voice. They__e not my representation. I owe them nothing, except maybe a shred of sympathy. How miserable must they be to see oppression at every turn?...You DON__ speak for me. You DON__ represent me or my concerns....We__e living proof that the modern day feminist movement is a crock.Feminists are victims of their own delusions, and we__l never buy what they__e selling.
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