i can't seem to understand why most men make us cry. (Hey wait...let me clear myself first key? I'm not writing out of hatred. I'm writing out of love. La ko ya nag hambal nga tanan nga laki manhid.) After sharing dreams and your dark secrets with them, they just go and pass us by.
Boys read this:
Do you know that we came from a man's rib, not on his feet to be stepped on? And in addition, not on his head to be superior but on his side to be equal. Under his arms to be protected and near to his heart to be loved.
Think. And maybe someday, sooner than later you'll realized that we're worth everything.
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