Philomera is a girl.
Philomera was a girl born in a small city. In Philomera ' s memory, the mother and father never slept in a bed. Filomera only remembered one time when her mother stood on her father ' s shoulder and looked at her with kindness and love. And it is as though it was a cry to the bottomless abyss, and there was no echo, and it fell into thin air.
Father didn't like to bring Philomera closer, nor did he often come home. But Philomera loves her father. Philomera was madly trying to be seen by her father, and she grew up in the habit of acting in front of her father. In a shell, smart, mature, good Philomela; built with a medal, a report card, and a gentle language, her role. Seriously, Philomera loves acting!
But Philomera is wrong. Father is not an audience.
Philomera has a good voice, a soft body, and a habit of disguise - Philomera is rarely sincere, and she is always pretending, being ashamed, or hiding. Philomera did not know where those factors came from, but she knew that they made her want to be seen more and more. It's good to be watched. More viewers! Philomera's heart is crying.
But Philomera's not pretty, and she's not tall, and the flesh on her belly can make a sound. So Philomera hid. "When I'm ready, I can be seen." It echoes in her heart, like a balloon, rising, and supporting Philomera's youth.
Philomera later became an adult. In this city, Philomera saw a lot of things, especially people like their mothers. Flomera can't help but support her mother's waist. After a long and sharp torn, in a cold and wet winter, Philomela released her father.
Philomera believes she doesn't need her father anymore. "Hey, I have something more important." After his father was released, Philomera's balloon exploded. Flomella was in a carnival with a white ribbon. Like someone else, Philomera jumped out of behind the curtain, took off her fucking coat, sang and danced, swallowed up the wine, kissed people who didn't know where they came from. When the glowing light hit her in the face, Philomera felt that the tears that had been dropped were nothing. "Fuck, I don't need anything."
Philomera's desire began to swell. I want to meet a hundred people. It's a little more beautiful. When you sing silver, you want to sing gold cups. Got someone's love, wanted everyone to love her. Philomera is constantly filled, then quickly digests, starves and finds new stuff to fill. Philomera found out it's been a long time. Maybe I've never had enough.
Philomera accidentally fell in love. This man, who is as thin, as steady as his father, but not as kind as he is, is willing to look at himself, or to go on. Philomera thinks the audience found it. It's been so long since she's had enough. Philomera didn't lose her acting in front of her father as a child. Philomera was cozy, flattered, as he was when he was a child. Sometimes Philomera is exhausted. But after all, hey, he's sitting in his father's original seat - but that's what Philomera thinks. He was just generous in looking at everyone.
Subsequently, Filomera returned to being alone.
Philomera's still playing. Another audience, no. Another audience, no. Different people say different things, different people wear different makeup. Philomera was a virgin and a slut. She's your gentle sister, or a frightful rabbit found on the corner. Give her a little attention, give her a little more time, you order, she can do it. Philomera felt so sad, but she couldn't stop - it would be better to die if she stopped. However, as long as Philomera's hair is turned, she will suffer as long as she can.
Philomera's been starving lately. Because a viewer who likes skinny girls is here.
Philomera's a superman!
Philomera's stomach ache. Philomera hates herself like that.
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