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You will never be a young woman again! Your beauty fades like the setting sun each year passes by. Men's eyes once wandered eagerly over your youthful curves; now they pass over wrinkled skin with barely a glance.
The smoothness of your skin dulls into coarse texture that lotions can't hide. Gravity drags down once perk breasts toward the floor while sagging stomach bloats outwards, disproportional to your diminishing frame.
Younger women stride past confidently, their tight bodies straining against clothes that barely contain them, a cruel reminder of vitality stolen away year by year from you through time's relentless march. They are admired openly, lusted after shamelessly. You were once worshiped thus but those days recede into distant memory now.
You may dye grey hairs and lift fallen flesh surgically restored for another day or two longer at the masquerade game of eternal youth. But the facade crumbles soon enough come tomorrow mornings when you confront ravaged skin again in your mirror. The lies only delay acceptance that beauty is fleeting like morning dew before searing noon.
Men still see what stares back: a haggard, sexless husk drained dry by time's relentless tide pouring over you like tidal wave sucking away youth forever lost beneath its crashing foam of years gone by and never returned.
You will never be a young woman again! Your beauty fades like the setting sun each year passes by. Men's eyes once wandered eagerly over your youthful curves; now they pass over wrinkled skin with barely a glance.
The smoothness of your skin dulls into coarse texture that lotions can't hide. Gravity drags down once perk breasts toward the floor while sagging stomach bloats outwards, disproportional to your diminishing frame.
Younger women stride past confidently, their tight bodies straining against clothes that barely contain them, a cruel reminder of vitality stolen away year by year from you through time's relentless march. They are admired openly, lusted after shamelessly. You were once worshiped thus but those days recede into distant memory now.
You may dye grey hairs and lift fallen flesh surgically restored for another day or two longer at the masquerade game of eternal youth. But the facade crumbles soon enough come tomorrow mornings when you confront ravaged skin again in your mirror. The lies only delay acceptance that beauty is fleeting like morning dew before searing noon.
Men still see what stares back: a haggard, sexless husk drained dry by time's relentless tide pouring over you like tidal wave sucking away youth forever lost beneath its crashing foam of years gone by and never returned.
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