>>3809772>"Funny" - I said.>"Why?" - You asked.Because No matter how much you try to bend your body into the image of the perfectionistic beauty of 2d drawings, you will never be as pretty as the reference point, not even close.
>"Oh, but what's worse... HAAAA..." - I exhaled cynically, fucking done with trying to cope for someone else that sings the same songs.>"Eeeh...?" - You muttered, vocally gesturing a question.What's worse is that all that effort simply molds you to is a dainty faggot. No one will love nor admire your body or your childish personality. By "no one", I also mean to include the people that admire the drawings of boys on this board.
>"T-t-that's bullshit!" - You screamed, trying to ponder a comeback.Oh, but I KNOW. "There has to be at least SOME group of people that will admire me, right?". Was that going to be your question? Because the short answer is "yes". The long answer is "The people that will (arguably) love and (unarguably) admire your body are burly disgusting men. The ones that are buried under unaesthetic layers of fat, wrinkles and decay from age". You have no demographic, you have no one that will love you like you believe it's being shown on this board.
>"WHAT ABOUT PEOPLE LIKE ME? I'LL LOVE PEOPLE LIKE ME AND I'LL LOVE AND ADMIRE THEM AS MUCH AS I DO MYSELF!" - you skip the bridge and go straight to the 3rd chorus, playing with the meaning of the words that twirl left and right, up and down in the air.>"THEY'RE ALL HIDDEN, WE ALL WERE, I WAS." - with tears flowing from my closed eyes, as the final note pierces into the ending percussion.We were all afraid of engaging ourselves in love, we came too late to experience the same love those drawings on this board display. Now... Now we're all painted into this dirt and can never feel clean. All we love is clean love, but do we have any cleanness to share? No.
Ready to kill yourself? Because I sure am AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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