The benefit of being a woman is the simple fact of fearless freedom of mood.

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The benefit of being a woman is the simple fact of fearless freedom of mood.
It is tragic how her generous spirit of the heart flowed to sadness.
She has a susceptibility to her feelings but is free without the sense of shame.
Her eyes, painful yet strong, what secrets lay hidden in her thoughts.
She's merely a woman holding a pen, with no idea what to write.
She believes that whatever happens, she will always be good, open, and free.
She is a floating intelligence just a presence.
Something about her, she seemed so sure but so sad too. He wanted to know her, and yet, they were strangers never to speak to each other. He couldn't stop staring.
A woman alone, who'll protect her? She'll be too exposed, too peculiar, too public.
A woman of such strangeness has a touch of brilliance never divulged.