How come you bring me so much pain? A week before you show up, you exhaust me horribly. You cause me a few zits and make my stomach gurgle. You also make me emotional and easily irratable. What about when you actually show up? Huh? Why? Why do you make me writhe and cringe in bed at 5AM with gruesome, ovary shattering cramps? Why do you make my back and muff feel like someone injected it with salt water pressure? How come you no do these evil things to men?
At least if you don't make them bleed, why not give them the cramps, bloating and fatigue? Why you let men off so easy? Do you favor them more, mother nature?! I think you're a cruel mistress honestly. You make me bleed and hurt and slide babies out of my most sacred area. Why I say?! Why can't men share the wealth? Was it punishment cause Eve ate fruit? Why would you place such tempting fruits there and damn us all cause of fruit eatings? God? Anyone? Someone is laughing somewhere while us women continue to suffer. I'm melting. Oh what a world. What a world!
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