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And who are they to label you? These poor fools that dreamt you up, and those that followed willy nilly after... Who are they to try to contain you, in all your infinite reaches, when they can barely hold onto themselves.
Who are they to judge your beauty? Who are they to proclaim you lovely? Why must they label you a waste? What are these creatures that pass such cruel judgement in unseemly haste?
How do you permit them, my love? How do you bear to permit me? Yes, even I have harbored judgements of you in my heart. How do you permit this tresspass upon your soul?
O, blather, my darling, why are you not forever preserved in unblemished perfection? Why must you continue to change and grow before me? You fill yourself with the rantings of any passing maniac. O blather, why are you untrue? I love thee so.
Must you try to love the world?
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