There is a key misunderstanding between myself and the rest of this world, that Canadian women are the cradle that give my personal beauty some form of truthful meaning in life. She makes me identify with the male ego; unlike the kind of lifeless betterment that she otherwise dispossessed. She creates my reason for living.
- Marco
why is it that - males have yet to feel however inadequate they invest themselves; they'll always be the ones ignoring you, a sexual repression against the better wishes of inferiority.
Canadian women are unspoiled but clandestine examples of their natural way, going about life's ruins,(she has to win) every time she finds herself capable of (winning) ignited under only passionate circumstances. Her bridge in life must be through to her heart, in no troubled manner, in every musical note ever sung to her ears enter her mind without questioning motive, or her trust in confidence over me.
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