There is a man who is mad to death.
The jealousy of children is terrible.
The resulting infinite morbidity that even a happy marriage cannot make up for.
He's fallen, he's lustful, he's doing everything that proves his existence.
Unfortunately, there is no way.
The career and love that I try to seize are all from the instinct of survival. Since it is gone, it will be gone.
The beauty and children in love are the purpose of keeping him alive in the world.
But who can withstand the corruption of the dark soul.
Perhaps one day, he saw his beautiful wife with a pig's head hanging around her neck.
The one who can conclude that marriage itself is to blame for sex, that impotence, that ordinary stimuli cannot be strong, that suffocation and death are his way.
Since it's gone, goodbye.
He smiled and ended violently.
Those hopes, I don't want them anymore.
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