F@&K You AF.
You’re the monthly reminder I dread.
After 6 sticks with my line eye
Sore breasts
Mood swings like a pendulum
You show up and crush my hopes.
Affirm I’m making up these things in my head.
One day I’ll defeat you.
Then you’ll be gone.
For at least 9 months.
I’ll win.
Eventually.
But for now.
F@$# You!
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