Sex
-Rayures
Why can't I talk about sexuality normally? Why is it an adult issue? Is it because it includes the genitals? I am too young to know how to use a condom But do I suddenly become an adult when I get / get pregnant? Why are children told that the seagull brought them? Don't they have the brains to assimilate that they were conceived when both of their parents had sex? Maybe they will be traumatized? Why does sexuality education only take what sexuality really is? Why do they only name us the genitals and not what goes beyond? Is it because we are very small? When will we be great? And when we grow up, how will we know how to put a condom on? How if they never really wanted to teach us? Do you want us to find out from the other side? That we investigate Or is it that it makes THEM uncomfortable?
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Привет , мой милый друг Забыл ли ты, как долго не писала , Прости ,но я хотела отпустить Всю слабостью ,что в себе искала . И может ты проник Моим письмом до дрожи Забыл ли мой дневник , Увиденный стихами одинокой ночи ... Об памяти прошедших дней , Ты не увидишь ни души порока Лишь слабый шепот чувств Уложенных строками тонко . Немой вопрос в глазах Оставлю с времям на последок Легонько холодом касаний уходя , Чтоб не запомнил запах пепла.
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