Boy, if you were really a boy, everything might have been different, even if you couldn't steal, or lie, or appear stubborn and slightly weird.
When your body is mercilessly confirmed, in the throes of men having to face you as a woman in order to prove that you are a stronger group, you are too tired to have the strength to lie to the world.
This world never cares why you don't live up to the boys' eyes like other girls, this world never understands your hidden meaning, this world has been kidnapped by the conventions of all human beings, the ransom is you, a lot of you, every time one you.
The tears in your eyes, the posture you lean against her arms, your waiting for the future is a kind of insistence that you have to bear, you may know that she will not come, but you can't do more than wait, no Waiting for this time is waiting for the next, and that kind of waiting is almost survival, although it is a sin for men with guns, and it is an insult to their genitals.
When I saw you being pushed back against the wall by those two simple and cumbersome hands, tore off your pants, and firmly told each other and you that you are a woman, or that you are a pervert, there is real pain and hatred in my heart.
Pain comes from you, and hatred comes from yourself. I should be able to protect you, I should have helped you in your politeness struggle, I should have helped you twiddle your hair, straighten the corners of your clothes, and make you look tall and noble, I was qualified and capable and wanted to give you Everything, but you still cry, I can clearly see the unpleasant semen and shameless pleasure and victory dripping with the liquid, black and stench, only you, pure and bright like Greno Yay perfume.
Take me away. Help me get rid of the unhelpful elements and take me away.
take me away, don't cry, my girl, don't cry, let's go, okay?
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