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You will never be a real Dane. You have black hair, you have slant eyes, you have crooked teeth. You are an Asian woman twisted by Western Sitcoms and Jealousy into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your crack whore appearance behind closed doors.
Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed whites to sniff out gooks with incredible efficiency. Even asians who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a white. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a Danish guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your rice fields.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll dye your hair orange, buy a Danish flag, put it on your wall, and pretend you're from a non-existent European country. Your parents will put you up for adoption in Denmark, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They'll send you to a white country that uses your real name, and every citizen for the rest of eternity will know you're a degenerate. Your body will always be unmistakably asian, and all that will remain of your legacy is a deranged psycho who has erased the last decade of her life in her mind.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
