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Revelationcel
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The world is supposed to be my oyster. I am young and hot, the most attractive that I will ever be in my life. These are supposed to be halcyon days I will hark back to when I'm older. My peers are making men out of themselves and are poised to be successful. I am a red blooded male, and leftists seem to think my kind can't fail. Yet here I am, in all my wretchedness, and worst of all completely helpless to do anything about it. I was reading the sonnets, and it occurred to me how much of a crying shame it is for my youth to waste away without ever being able to experience the beauty and splendor of being young and in love, how tragic it is to not be able to explore my hot young body with a girl my age.
VNthrifty louelineſſe why doſt thou ſpend,
Vpon thy ſelfe thy beauties legacy?
Natures bequeſt giues nothing but doth lend,
And being franck ſhe lends to thoſe are free:
Then beautious nigard why dooſt thou abuſe,
The bountious largeſſe giuen thee to giue?
Profitles vſerer why dooſt thou vſe
So great a ſumme of ſummes yet can'ſt not liue?
For hauing traffike with thy ſelfe alone,
Thou of thy ſelfe thy ſweet ſelfe doſt deceaue,
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable Audit can'ſt thou leaue?
Thy vnuſ'd beauty muſt be tomb'd with thee,
Which vſed liues th'executor to be.
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