maula mere

how long has it been since you last realized that your existence means nothing . you are just a mere inconvenience to one person, a sex toy to another, reassurance for the next, a maid to the punk after that, and food to the vultures once you're good and dead? Is that the purpose of life? To play many roles for many different people in order to find out who you are on your deathbed only to decompose? WTF