rambling?
in a state of beautiful tranquility, must i be on my knees to beg of thee? please sir, i want to be happy sir, live the life i want to, sir! exist in harmony with what you deem 'normal' people, sir! some countries more or less would accept this, but not this one, sir! More than half frowns at it, sir! lose their job for it, sir! sit idle and watch because it doesn't effect thee, sir! surely sir, you art not a sir, but just a name i use to hide thy real name and such, sir, please forgive me, sir, but thy views are dated and useless, sir. embrace me for who i am, sir, or may thee leave me be and not punish me for it, sir, i cannot control it, sir. bitter bastard thou art, bestow upon me the barest of respect thee can, leave me be to be my person, unlike you, sir, the rest of the world doth not care, sir. sit among thy group of sitting ducks who echo thy words back to you, sir, share your piss poor opinions, sir, but they art still valid, sir, just sad. complain about thy work, sir, moan about is daily, sir, bestow thine ire to me, sir, a gift i detest, sir. why must thee be such a sniveling coward, sir, afraid to face the new times, sir? afraid thy daughter may be with them, sir, afraid she may be one of them, sir? afraid to see the truth, sir, because thee desires her to spawn, sir? why dost thee shame her for hiding, sir, avoiding thy horrid whining, sir? claim she loves thee naught, sir? groan of how she wants not to dedicate time to listen to thy bickering of thy work, sir? force her to work at such an age, sir? make her afraid of the world outside the cage thee hath built about her, sir! shame be unto thee, sir! thy games of mental leagues be halted, sir! for now she knows, sir, no longer the fool thee hath raised her to be, sir! may she be happy when she may accent herself, unlike thee, sir, who shames and makes her cry, sir, neigh! makes her fear the tears she must shed, sir! silence her voice so she mustn't say what needs to be said, sir! her words fall on deaf ears, sir! thou art apart of the issue, sir, thy thoughts and toils add fuel, sir, thy burning ice of voice wounds her, sir, but thou art blind her her quiet agony, sir, too dense to see it, sir, too far within thine ass to see it, sir, too prideful of thine ego, sir! back down, and accept what faults thee has, step away from the scene, sir, for trying to wring her for her suffering only stokes, sir. she feels happier without thy presence, sir, shame her how thee does, sir, beckon her to a life she dost naught desire, sir! poltroon, thou art sir, deserving of thy fate thou art, sir. she dost love thee, but thy love wounds her heart, sir, she is better off without it sir, leave her be to rest, sir, allow her to suffer more silently, sir. thee doth not notice anyways, sir, notice her bad habits, sir, how she doesn't eat, sir, how she cannot cry, sir, how she is afraid to seek help, sir. she escapes to where thee shames her for going, but thee doth not see sense in it, for thou art consumed in pride. make her afraid to be herself, sir, she hides it, sir! she is afraid, sir, of thee! but thy ears are deaf to her reasoning. wench she is, sir, but not an infant, sir, not a fool, sir, not like thee. not fit, sir, but not fat, sir, not ugly nor disgusting to see, sir! how dare thy words form such things! she ist naught hideous! perhaps only when she is weighted down by her leaded heart, with the stress of existing, of thine unholy, unreachable desires of her. leave her be, sir, let her exist how she wishes, live how she wishes, sir! allow her that grace! that mercy, sir! allow her to clean how she wishes, sir, work when she wants to, sir! let her be herself, sir, prithee i beg of thee! verily, i confess,
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