
Pajeetsingh
Marxist-Rodgerist.
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My parents have condemned me to death by giving birth to me. They are responsible for my death, if I wasn't born, i wouldn't have died.
We pajeets were spawn killed at birth. All of our humanity and love for life was promptly beaten out of us through rigorous no-life cramschooling, oppressive extreme tropical climate, unbelievable levels of pollution, and brutal soul-destroying poverty. We curries are like zombies forced to endure purgatory, i.e., living death. I look into the eyes of curry workers on the streets and not one of them has any light in their eyes. There's no exuberance, no passion, just emptiness and numbness.My parents have condemned me to death by giving birth to me. They are responsible for my death, if I wasn't born, i wouldn't have died.
My parents have condemned me to death by giving birth to me. They are responsible for my death, if I wasn't born, i wouldn't have died.
@Fat Link pin this. This is the most succinct description of the incel condition.My parents have condemned me to death by giving birth to me. They are responsible for my death, if I wasn't born, i wouldn't have died.
Its way way worse than death. Death is peaceful. What we are condemned to is living death, a painful state of stagnation and rotting.I'm condemned to death
Indeed, my friend. There is no humanity behind my eyes, I look in the mirror and only thoughts I have of are hanging by my neck.We pajeets were spawn killed at birth. All of our humanity and love for life was promptly beaten out of us through rigorous no-life cramschooling, oppressive extreme tropical climate, unbelievable levels of pollution, and brutal soul-destroying poverty. We curries are like zombies forced to endure purgatory, i.e., living death. I look into the eyes of curry workers on the streets and not one of them has any light in their eyes. There's no exuberance, no passion, just emptiness and numbness.
I beg my dad daily to let me die.Indeed, my friend. There is no humanity behind my eyes, I look in the mirror and only thoughts I have of are hanging by my neck.