What its like to be a segment of salacious commodity ?
OH YOU! beautiful fragment of fabricated chimera :
enclosed ! trapped !
inside these avaricious periphery of pseudo rim..
The frangible bedizen of synthetic praxises..
What is the sentiment of being a trade off legacy ?
while the legitimate corroboration of the quid pro quo cant be found:
yet to this lethal covenant of undesired commingle you are to be bound..
For have they hold the confinement
so do they decide the Nemesis:
To succumb your esse to the dread of
your ultimating youthful ****** pulp.
And just like a marionette..
there are thee:
concurring to cede for the felicity of those progenitors..
Immolating your notions and aspirations.
vanquished by the fidelity..
Just to commence the relinquish.
Just to cease the sentient.
Just .another ...abiding flesh .
Just. Another....forlorn bride.
I am from a country where talking to a stranger is considered an immoral act meanwhile if you marry the same stranger but hand-picked by your parents then you are a virtuous woman with a right upbringing. WOW society!
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