My heart is too pure for this world

[Vermilioncore]

The other day I sat in my room listening to my mom and family in the kitchen talking about stories of my uncles aunts and cousins. All the stories were about how my uncles were drunks who beat their wives and smuggled drugs. The stories of my aunts were of them being sluts. Nothing but stories filled with police, drugs, crime, violence and pussy.

Too bad my life story is about jerking to trans porn, being alone, being a failure and being a pussyfree law abiding peaceful nobody

God just made me too pure for this violent world

 

[Luffymaxxing]

Regular spic family

 

[Narcissus🥀]

You just not a low inhib high T mogger like your uncles

 

[Birdcell]

Beneath a sky of endless blue, your story unfolds, uniquely true. In a room, quiet, apart, you listen to tales that pierce the heart. Stories of aunts, judged with harsh words, uncles with bottles, lives blurred. A family tapestry, woven with strife, each thread a chapter, a slice of life.

The echo of their choices, a constant drone, amidst it all, you sit alone. Your own battles, silent, unseen, against a backdrop of what might have been. A secret world behind closed doors, where judgment whispers across the floors.

You find solace in an unseen embrace, in the digital glow, a hidden space. Trans porn, your escape, where desires roam free, in that moment, no judgment, just you, just me. Yet society's gaze feels cold, unkind, in your search for solace, what peace do you find?

The alcohol tales of uncles, lost, in bottles and anger, their lives the cost. And you, amidst this stormy sea, wonder what your legacy will be. Not of violence, nor of scorn, but a path in the quieter morn.

Yes, these stories, dark and deep, are the echoes of a family's leap. But let them not define your worth, for you are of a different birth. Pure, perhaps, in a world so wild, a gentle spirit, life's tender child.

So hear these words, a whispered balm, a moment's peace, a soulful calm. Your journey is yours, a path to make, beyond the shadows, for your own sake. A life of quiet, of gentle tries, beneath the tumult of stormy skies.

You're more than tales of yesterday, more than the struggles along the way. In your heart, let kindness reign, a beacon of hope, amidst the pain. For in this world of noise and fray, your purity is your strength, come what may.

Remember, through each night, each dawn, your story continues, it carries on. A tale of peace in a troubled land, where you stand firm, where you understand. That in the end, what matters most, is the love and kindness you chose to host.

 

[Vermilioncore]

Ai ah response

 

[Vermilioncore]

Regular spic family

How come I'm not a normal spic

 

[Luffymaxxing]

How come I'm not a normal spic

You are a normal spic tho

 

[dopaminebeyondfried]

You are a normal spic tho

No I'm the normal one

 

[97baHater]

Beneath a sky of endless blue, your story unfolds, uniquely true. In a room, quiet, apart, you listen to tales that pierce the heart. Stories of aunts, judged with harsh words, uncles with bottles, lives blurred. A family tapestry, woven with strife, each thread a chapter, a slice of life.

The echo of their choices, a constant drone, amidst it all, you sit alone. Your own battles, silent, unseen, against a backdrop of what might have been. A secret world behind closed doors, where judgment whispers across the floors.

You find solace in an unseen embrace, in the digital glow, a hidden space. Trans porn, your escape, where desires roam free, in that moment, no judgment, just you, just me. Yet society's gaze feels cold, unkind, in your search for solace, what peace do you find?

The alcohol tales of uncles, lost, in bottles and anger, their lives the cost. And you, amidst this stormy sea, wonder what your legacy will be. Not of violence, nor of scorn, but a path in the quieter morn.

Yes, these stories, dark and deep, are the echoes of a family's leap. But let them not define your worth, for you are of a different birth. Pure, perhaps, in a world so wild, a gentle spirit, life's tender child.

So hear these words, a whispered balm, a moment's peace, a soulful calm. Your journey is yours, a path to make, beyond the shadows, for your own sake. A life of quiet, of gentle tries, beneath the tumult of stormy skies.

You're more than tales of yesterday, more than the struggles along the way. In your heart, let kindness reign, a beacon of hope, amidst the pain. For in this world of noise and fray, your purity is your strength, come what may.

Remember, through each night, each dawn, your story continues, it carries on. A tale of peace in a troubled land, where you stand firm, where you understand. That in the end, what matters most, is the love and kindness you chose to host.

 

[Birdcell]

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I'm not an Indian but I'm brown and I'm proud

 

[Vermilioncore]

You are a normal spic tho

But I don't do bad stuff I'm an angel

 

[Birdcell]

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And you couldn't read , sorry but that text is lyrically to complex for you.

 

[97baHater]

I'm not an Indian but I'm brown and I'm proud

Am brown too bro but not indian what type of brown are u ?

 

[Luffymaxxing]

But I don't do bad stuff I'm an angel

Angel in Cuba

 

[NumbThePain]

It fucking sucks we have to disappoint our ancestors this bad. It’s a shame really comparing our bloodline to ourselves

Btw question: why does Baraka say “BarakaTEFO” while it’s clearly “TV” but blud says “TEFO” or something like that. He had no business doing that

 

[Birdcell]

Am brown too bro but not indian what type of brown are u ?

Wait :

 

[Vermilioncore]

It fucking sucks we have to disappoint our ancestors this bad. It’s a shame really comparing our bloodline to ourselves

Btw question: why does Baraka say “BarakaTEFO” while it’s clearly “TV” but blud says “TEFO” or something like that. He had no business doing that

Nah bro hittin me with them 4 am thoughts yeah but iono why that nigga said that. Maybe he was illiterate

 

[NumbThePain]

Nah bro hittin me with them 4 am thoughts

It’s 4AM here right now

yeah but iono why that nigga said that. Maybe he was illiterate