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𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 - 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙈𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙎𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧, 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙮 𝙙𝙪𝙨𝙩. 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨 - 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙢.

𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙬 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬, 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙: 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙜𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙘𝙮𝙘𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙜𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙮 𝙜𝙚𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚'𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙠.

𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣, 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙡.

𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥, 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙: 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙄 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩?

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all day, every day, therapist, mother, maid nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant just an appendage, live to attend him, so that he never lifts a finger 24/7 baby machine, so he can live out his picket fence dreams, it's not an act of love if you make her, you make me do too much labour.

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I don't use my head to fly the arrow boy, I use my heart.

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let it remain a requiem.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Respect must be given to the will of every creature. Each fish in the ocean swims in its own direction.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀