Once upon a time, beauty was skin deep. That is a dream of the past. Everyone now is obsessed with the fattest ass. Wishes consist of big tits and frivolous sex.
None concerning themselves with the contents of which they've acquired. As beauty advanced, knowledge was lost. The art of kinship became the new course and everyone claimed to be a doctor.
People lose themselves in wordly desire. All pleas for change are ignored, pushed under the rug like the common bugs they compare themselves to.
Because confidence is lost on a losing cause.
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