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Cursed at Birth
The immense pain
The poison of life
The intense wain of this never-ending strife
What can one do
But push on and on
Joy and happiness farther gone and gone
Yearning for freedom
Dying for air
Just one day I want to live with no care
The frog of growth
Continues its croakin
But I don't have a choice, genetics have spoken
The torment burning
What an immense heat
I will never escape this twelve-inch meat
The poison of life
The intense wain of this never-ending strife
What can one do
But push on and on
Joy and happiness farther gone and gone
Yearning for freedom
Dying for air
Just one day I want to live with no care
The frog of growth
Continues its croakin
But I don't have a choice, genetics have spoken
The torment burning
What an immense heat
I will never escape this twelve-inch meat
Published 20th Oct 2020
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20th Oct 2020 5:12pm
20th Oct 2020 7:47pm
This reminds me of someone born into the wrong gender. Its heartbreaking in that sense. Thanks for sharing!
21st Oct 2020 4:57pm
It would be a hasty generalization to suggest God doesn't make mistakes, some of us are born the wrong gender, and some of us are born with a cock so massive its a physical disability
21st Oct 2020 10:10pm
Oof. I have a friend with a size issue, he hurts most of the women's he beds without wanting to. So, agreed.
22nd Oct 2020 5:16pm
