RopeMaXXer
Admiral
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- Jun 10, 2018
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I will be 28 in a flash.
My father had me at 30, already knew my mother at my age for a couple of years.
My eyes are starting to look tired, my forehead is starting to have a permanent crease on it with two others soon to follow. Sometimes, I catch a glimpse of myself from an unfamiliar angle and I see some weird older guy. I have visible white hairs on the side. Norwood reaper is on a smoke break for the time being, but will come back to fuck up my shit twice as fast.
I don't even know what a fresh teen pussy smells like and women my age are sagging single mothers.
I am not a young adult anymore. I'm an adult now. Next stop, middle age. In fact I don't think I am young by any defection anymore, age brackets on census tend to be 18-24.
I haven't lived properly. The ground is shifting underneath my feet, and it doesn't care I faceplanted long ago because I couldn't keep up.
I hate what I've become, I hate the past me that thought I could, I hate the fact that I know this is just a conclusion to my habits and tendencies. There was no freak occurrence that put me in this place. I just slid to where I belong.
My father had me at 30, already knew my mother at my age for a couple of years.
My eyes are starting to look tired, my forehead is starting to have a permanent crease on it with two others soon to follow. Sometimes, I catch a glimpse of myself from an unfamiliar angle and I see some weird older guy. I have visible white hairs on the side. Norwood reaper is on a smoke break for the time being, but will come back to fuck up my shit twice as fast.
I don't even know what a fresh teen pussy smells like and women my age are sagging single mothers.
I am not a young adult anymore. I'm an adult now. Next stop, middle age. In fact I don't think I am young by any defection anymore, age brackets on census tend to be 18-24.
I haven't lived properly. The ground is shifting underneath my feet, and it doesn't care I faceplanted long ago because I couldn't keep up.
I hate what I've become, I hate the past me that thought I could, I hate the fact that I know this is just a conclusion to my habits and tendencies. There was no freak occurrence that put me in this place. I just slid to where I belong.