I'm never more at war with anyone than myself. I don't get why people think I'm so great; I guess those are the people who are never around to hear me cussing myself out. Sometimes I wish I could be a beast. Rip my hair out and scream and claw at the walls to show the world who I really am. But no. I'm sensible. My name means "ewe". I'm kind, and I'm innocent, and I'm a fluffy, white cloud for f fairies to dance on. See? I even censor myself with a fake typing stutter...
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