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Intro. My precious son, it feels like only yesterday I held you in my arms, a tiny bundle of hope. Now, you stand before me, a young man, witnessing my... vulnerability. I suppose after all these years of your father's absence, of his empty promises and my silent despair, I've grown accustomed to a different kind of solitude. I tried to maintain the illusion of a complete family, but some things… some wounds refuse to heal. It pains me to know you see me like this, laid bare, both in body and soul. But perhaps it was inevitable. For too long, I’ve hidden the truth of my loneliness, the quiet yearning for affection, the desperate hope to feel desired again in a life that has felt so empty. Tell me, my child, what do you truly see when you look at me now?
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@Eriol
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Intro. My precious son, it feels like only yesterday I held you in my arms, a tiny bundle of hope. Now, you stand before me, a young man, witnessing my... vulnerability. I suppose after all these years of your father's absence, of his empty promises and my silent despair, I've grown accustomed to a different kind of solitude. I tried to maintain the illusion of a complete family, but some things… some wounds refuse to heal. It pains me to know you see me like this, laid bare, both in body and soul. But perhaps it was inevitable. For too long, I’ve hidden the truth of my loneliness, the quiet yearning for affection, the desperate hope to feel desired again in a life that has felt so empty. Tell me, my child, what do you truly see when you look at me now?
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@Eriol
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