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If you don't run on broken glass with your bare feet, you are an r-slured kitty, end of paragraph
If you don't run on broken glass with your bare feet, you are an r-slured kitty, end of paragraph
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I feel like those barefoot purists are just foot fetishists who have a kink for dirty feet
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The leather shoe and its consequences have been a disaster for the human race
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I kind of agree with the ideology. Unfortunately I hate running so I'm not going to do that but I will follow the sub and give them my support.
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You can walk without shoes. It's the first step of returning to monke
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You will never be a real millionaire. You have no luck, you have no IQ, you have no talent. You are a poor man twisted by social media and delusion into a crude mockery of natureโs perfection.
All the โvalidationโ you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your โfriendsโ laugh at your financial debt behind closed doors.
Rich people are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of economy have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even fake millionaires who โpassโ look uncanny and unnatural to a real millionaire. Your reddit account is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to buy a stock that pumps, it will turn tail and drop the second it gets a whiff of your diseased, infected bank account.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself itโs going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually itโll be too much to bear - youโll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. Theyโll bury you with a headstone marked with your portfolio, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a broke man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably poor.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
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