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Existential humiliation is the only constant within this life of mine…

Once I turn eighteen, let me see your breasts.

The ideal life is that of a stillborn child…

Great Relief ! School Break ! Homosexual Erotic Fiction !

If your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours. In the rapture of my enormous humiliation I live in your warm life, and you shall die—die, sweetly die—into mine…

I am bound to a place filled with endless sorrow; unmoving. Existential filth clings to me as a mother's suffocating, cellophane embrace…

Mother located my carotid, and pressed down firmly— a first taste of bliss…

I wish to never again, see another's face.

As I read about two boys, tenderly hurting one another with such devotion, my thoughts began to wander. I grew Ill at the thought of being held by someone who might love me; The bile rising to my throat... My existence is one overwhelmed by cowardice— I am but a timid fag…

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In the morning, I read Rimbaud. In the afternoon, I fill loneliness with Yaoi. In the evening, I read Cioran. At nighttime, I look at charming idols in their bikinis. My life is a simple, sorrowful and meaningless one.

Severely ill, overstudying with nothing and no one to comfort me.

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