Some people need feminism more than other people. Some people need poetry more than other people. Some people need more help than other people. Some people just have more needs than others. Some people don't fit in as well as other people with the way the Patriarchal System's been set up. You know, it's like the opposite of poetic Justice, but some sort of poetic Perseverance comes out in place of it: you make a friend, and the friend relies on you to help her make important life decisions, and then you get disconnected from the friend, who writes a book which turns out to be a memoir instead of a novel, which is what it was originally, and the friend's abuser has a certain first name and then years later you find out someone who had a bad impact on your life also had the same first name. What the hell. And your friend dies before you can even tell her about that. But who knows what goes on in the afterlife?
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