The way I look--like this--is a reflection of the way I am treated.
I am treated by others by how I look.
Treated nice, look good.
Treated bad, look bad.
I am treated by others by how I look.
Treated nice, look good.
Treated bad, look bad.
I am alone in the woods. I belong solitary like the Neil Diamond song. Alone together. that is what this marriage on paper is.
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