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Do not speak of me, about me, around me if you recognize me by my last name. My father's heritage, the origin of my creation, holds no bearing. I do not want to speak to those who know nothing more than my surface. In fact, I do not wish to speak to anyone at all. My reputation precedes me. What have you heard? What intrigues you? Is it my walk, how I wear my hair, how I decorate my face? I want you, anybody, somebody, to try to go deeper. Dive into this ******* deep, freezing lake. The edge is all frozen over and you're afraid to break through the layer of ice. Don't be.
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC
Don't call me by my Last Name.
Do not speak of me, about me, around me if you recognize me by my last name. My father's heritage, the origin of my creation, holds no bearing. I do not want to speak to those who know nothing more than my surface. In fact, I do not wish to speak to anyone at all. My reputation precedes me. What have you heard? What intrigues you? Is it my walk, how I wear my hair, how I decorate my face? I want you, anybody, somebody, to try to go deeper. Dive into this ******* deep, freezing lake. The edge is all frozen over and you're afraid to break through the layer of ice. Don't be.
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC
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