maybe you should talk to the goddess and mother of all humanity whom was branded, split and sundered, with a scarlet letter.
and vanquished in her whole forms from all literature.
whispering in pieces of what was once her medicine for the world.
existing archetypically, scattered about.
she lives within my bones, she echoes from my voice.
she reminds me of my choice.
she is the one that never submitted,
never separated.
they started drawing lines, and she learned to live between them.
-Lilith
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