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£500/€580/$600

If you win this amount

If there is no signs of abuse or infidelity and a woman decides to leave you, she shouldn’t be entitled to a man’s hard earned wealth and money

“Bear in mind that you should never, for any reason, and especially not for anyone, I mean never, no matter what, and no matter who. Because, in truth, it doesn't matter where, or who you're with, or where you're going, or where you've come from, in no way, shape or form can it be an idea.”

― Rascal Wild

"Finding My Voice"

I wake up every morning, but the world is still so loud.

I see their eyes are staring; I see their heads in clouds.

They whisper when they see me like I’m less than who I am.

But they don’t know the silence, and they don’t understand

I longed to hear the laughter, but it fades before it starts.

The voices that they mock me with, they tear apart my heart.

Silent tears fall from my eyes as I hide behind the quiet skies.

They don’t see the pain, don’t know the fight to be seen, to be heard, to feel alive.

Ooh, I’m more than my silence; I’m more than listening, but I’m drowning in the echoes of their shame.

I wish I could be spoken to; I wish they’d see my face and not the shadow of my sorrow or the emptiness at chase.

They smile, they laugh, they speak their truths, but they forget my soul.

Then I’m just like them inside, just trying to be whole.

I see them turn away from me; I feel the stare of scorn, but all I want is to be seen, to feel I’m not for

Silent tears fall from my eyes as I hide behind the quiet skies.

They don’t see the pain, don’t know the fight to be seen, to be heard, to feel alive.

Ooh, I’m more than my silence; I’m more than listening, but I’m drowning in the echoes of their shame.

In the quiet of my world, I hear nothing but the lies of people who don’t understand the love that I can’t disguise.

I’m reaching for connection, but my hands are pushed away; all I wanted was for someone to stay.

Silent tears fall from my eyes as I hide behind the quiet skies.

They don’t see the pain, don’t know the fight to be seen, to be heard, to feel alive.

Ooh, I’m more than my silence; I’m more than listening, but I’m drowning in the echoes of their shame.

So I’ll keep on walking though my heart may break, and maybe one day they’ll see me for my soul's sake.

In my silence, I’ll rise… I’ll find my own way, and maybe then they’ll hear what I couldn’t say.

Oooohhhhh

Such as garbage bags, dish soap, etc. side note: not talking about where the place is yours, but when you’re renting a room in a house share

Who was the last person you spoke to in person? Think they can adequately protect you from zombies?

If you couldn’t have a woman give you kids, and she didn’t cook you food most days.

To me…. I would say what’s the point in having a wife?