Deep down, your subconscious recognizes your unworthiness of love. Every denial you face is exactly what you deserve. You begin to entertain fantasies of having me, only for your mind to swiftly shut them down, reminding you of your repulsive nature. In every aspect, you’re met with denial. It’s just the epitome of your pathetic existence, isn’t it? How does it feel to embody such profound loserdom?
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