Some things are inexplicable. Why, for example, do younger boys like older women with style? Why do we obsess over every little thing, in the beginning? Why are we self-destructive? Why does self-loathing lead one to improve themselves, while leading to destruction in others? Why is beauty found in sadness or pain, with art? And does it even matter, when you can mask everything with a beautiful trench coat?
All I Want for Christmas, Is Gucci
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