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Yall wtf is going on managago , someone is saying stalking messaging a minor wtf a true crime is going on here
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Just feel like there is no meaning to life. I eat I shit I sleep wtf is this a life cycle.
First, you are a child forced to study then you grow up again study you make friends you learn shit you do shit human life is just a copulation bruh.
Be born- eat - work -shit - make people born- sleep- die.
Dying is really a mystery that's why I ain't dead yet. Maybe someday there will be a purpose to life. And we will not be here reading the dick-go-on asses manga and we will not be here hating on some dumb character and maybe someday we will be rich enough to buy some coins and support people.
AMEN
First, you are a child forced to study then you grow up again study you make friends you learn shit you do shit human life is just a copulation bruh.
Be born- eat - work -shit - make people born- sleep- die.
Dying is really a mystery that's why I ain't dead yet. Maybe someday there will be a purpose to life. And we will not be here reading the dick-go-on asses manga and we will not be here hating on some dumb character and maybe someday we will be rich enough to buy some coins and support people.
AMEN
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In a world where roles reverse,
Where nature’s bounds gently disperse,
A man with child, a tale unfurled,
A miracle within our world.
His belly swells with tender care,
A life within, both bold and rare.
Through morning sickness, kicks, and flutters,
He feels the love that softly mutters.
Beneath his heart, a heartbeat strong,
A melody, a brand new song.
He dreams of days when eyes will meet,
Of tiny hands and baby feet.
Through cravings strange and sleepless nights,
He cherishes these newfound sights.
A journey shared, a sacred bond,
Of parenthood, both firm and fond.
No longer bound by norm or code,
In love’s embrace, new paths are strode.
A man, a father, life’s sweet scent,
A testament to what love meant.
Where nature’s bounds gently disperse,
A man with child, a tale unfurled,
A miracle within our world.
His belly swells with tender care,
A life within, both bold and rare.
Through morning sickness, kicks, and flutters,
He feels the love that softly mutters.
Beneath his heart, a heartbeat strong,
A melody, a brand new song.
He dreams of days when eyes will meet,
Of tiny hands and baby feet.
Through cravings strange and sleepless nights,
He cherishes these newfound sights.
A journey shared, a sacred bond,
Of parenthood, both firm and fond.
No longer bound by norm or code,
In love’s embrace, new paths are strode.
A man, a father, life’s sweet scent,
A testament to what love meant.
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I lowkey feel that the world I am in is an illusion. Like the way we are reading the manga and webtoon inside they also feel they are real what if the same thing is happening to us? We also say our authors as the gods. A truth to this adds in hinduism there is this god brmha who writed everyone destiny bam plot twist we also dont exist. We are trapped in this world. Bruh we are being played . For amusement