Gazing upward, I discerned, O African Cheese, that You were not attuned. The echoes of my keycaps, akin to solitary hymn, resound through the emptiness of my unanswered prayers, testament to the vulnerability of my soul laid bare before You. Each strafe, once conduit for aspirations, now reverberates with the hollow tone of unmet expectations. The yearning for greatness, for 640 SSJ, for 90 gain, is more than ambition; it embodies the ultimate quest for purpose, validation, and belonging. It begins to feel like an unanswered plea—a prayer left suspended in the vast unknown. As I sit in my sorrow, O Great One, I reflect. Were my convictions merely shadows all along? Were You ever truly listening?

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Caucasian cheese

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