Given a choice to turn your pain into profanity or poetry, choose poetry! Always choose poetry!
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𝘐 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘮𝘦!
𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬,
𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴-
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭,
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 ,
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘐 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦,
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘷𝘺 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦-
𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦!
𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦!
𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺
𝘖𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘥…𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘪𝘥
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦
𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘮𝘦!
𝘈𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥.
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥!
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