Songe
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It's crazy to see that everything that happens in life is closely or remotely, consciously or subconsciously linked to these few millimetres of bone
The chicks that scan you and evaluate your genetic potential at a glance
Don't blame them, these characteristics are positively correlated with good health (allergy, intelligence, etc.).
For us, the unlucky ones, our salvation lies in an activity, a "passion" or an entertainment to take us away from this cruel reality. But after a while we can't do it anymore, the blinkers go off
It's been fucked up for a long time, since the beginning. We'll never represent a young girl's erotic dream.
Anyway, it's already too late. The sexual failure we've known since we were teenagers, the frustration that's been stalking us since we were 13 fucking years old.
Even supposing we could have chicks from now on (which, quite frankly, I don't think we will), it won't be enough; nothing will ever be enough again. We'll always be orphans of those teenage loves we never had.
The wound is already painful; it will become more and more so. Atrocious bitterness, without remission, will eventually fill our hearts. There will be no redemption or deliverance for us. This is the way it is
The chicks that scan you and evaluate your genetic potential at a glance
Don't blame them, these characteristics are positively correlated with good health (allergy, intelligence, etc.).
For us, the unlucky ones, our salvation lies in an activity, a "passion" or an entertainment to take us away from this cruel reality. But after a while we can't do it anymore, the blinkers go off
It's been fucked up for a long time, since the beginning. We'll never represent a young girl's erotic dream.
Anyway, it's already too late. The sexual failure we've known since we were teenagers, the frustration that's been stalking us since we were 13 fucking years old.
Even supposing we could have chicks from now on (which, quite frankly, I don't think we will), it won't be enough; nothing will ever be enough again. We'll always be orphans of those teenage loves we never had.
The wound is already painful; it will become more and more so. Atrocious bitterness, without remission, will eventually fill our hearts. There will be no redemption or deliverance for us. This is the way it is
