Now I am not so handsome. People used to be jealous of me because of it, and hurt me and made me suffer, and my mother and father simply watched and did nothing.
Why the fuck.
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like a dead flower. it has it’s own, different kind of beauty to it. this whole concept really entices me, like no other. look at children… that is once how we were, before the spirit of the world got us.
I was happy and ok looking before then I was drugged and abused and assaulted. Now I am dog shit. But it doesn’t matter because every one else looks like dog shit to me also.