We, of the fatherless tribe, tend to love differently than most. We have no true recollections of man hood or how they may pertain to our womanhood. The concept of a true and sincere love experience escapes us the like the fathers we never had. Yet, we blindly search for the very love we like to believe we were created in. See we of the fatherless tribe find comfort in the things we once saw our very own mothers cling so tightly to. The love of the man that sets precedence over all love there after.
... to be continued.
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