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When your cock goes soft, or your pussy grows cold, you look in the mirror and see that you are old.

You never thought it would be this way but now you see that today is the day.

Today is the day when you are what you are and no more living will change your star.

Today is the day when you begin to die, killing your time as time flies by.

You will murder each day with a sophistic argument that life has value if it still has intent.

You intended once before -when you were young- but now you see what you’ve really become.

Are you the person you intended to be or a different one faded, or jaded, in a memory?

When your cock goes soft, or your pussy grows cold, you know what you bought and what you sold:

Your Soul or Your Body or Your Principled life, Your Family or Your Fortune or Your Partner in Life.

You will soon face a fateful day when the scale of life tilts as your measure is weighed.

Too much of this or too little of that, the balance is broken and you are where you are at.

When your cock goes soft, or your pussy grows cold, you look in the mirror and see that you are old.

You never thought it would be this way but now you see that today is the day.