"Do you really believe that what's between your thighs trumps what's behind your eyes? What if my penis should cease to rise and your love's ocean dries? Would our love then meet its demise? The lies that you've been fed digested into the path down which you've been led. Your insecurities didn't develop; they've been bred. Before you write me off, can you listen? Only the truth can begin your mind's manumission."
-A. Lewis
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