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I always wondered what seating at the back would be like . It hasn't been good to be honest , why ? Because i feel segregated from the world . Imagine a world with peace and prosperity and a future with success and divine favours (won't the world be a better place ) but no the devil just had to spoil every thing . Well all i can say is not everything created can be perfect .
If i told u i was the best at everything would u believe me ? No . But if i told u i was a looser, ur dirty mouths would open and start to laugh . That's how a man feels when he feels something real and a lady tells him its mere infatuation, that's how a pastor who as done nothing but serve God feels when his been sent to hell for a mistake that could be over looked . How many people have searched for true love and have found one ? How many have seen true love and have lived it till the end ?.
When our parents talk about their affair its always we fell in love at so so and so place , but when we talk with our friends what comes out is i haven't fucked her today . Should i laugh or should i cry for our generation of kids , when you walk into a lecture room and see a condom next to a G string just because we were running from security or see a bible next orgasm ( which means i cum in his presence ). I'm sick and tired of living a double life a slot would tell you . While am sick and tired of living a single life that's what a virgin says .
I know people won't read this article as they have done to my previous post , i know by the end of this night a virgin would get laid or raped and would be watched by the holy ghost accounting for our sins on earth that stop us from going to heaven . Insecurity and infatuation are words , while feelings are emotions . If i say i love u i mean it but i hate dealing with hearts i didn't break that's what a responsible man would say . I have sex with the broken heart is just an opportunist sway . Like me or hate me. I'm just another dude in trousers , black and with A fro. But u have to see what's on the brighter side . A slut deserves a chance to love and a broke ASS nigga deserves a chance to be rich . Don't judge me for my actions . I'm just a complicated dude

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