FATHERFIGURE
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all caps!!! because it is true!!the entirety of this tribute!! this is my very own odyssey! i am the kingdom which i praise! i am the daddy! i am the father figure!
the pinnacle of my philosophy, the ogre that is harmony. the swan that is harmony. the wind that is harmony.
(i started this with a very different intention and now it's some sort of diary with words and phrases of me repeating about self loathing so maybe the daddy i'm looking for is yet to come or maybe in truth, all dads hate themselves secretly so i've actually mastered the art of the father figure and nothing is wrong and this is a reflection of fatherhood and my intention still stands and my artistic vision is therefore validated by the TRUTH of human nature which is hate towards one self or another thing in particular so in actuality, it worked and i have actually found out the truth about all the daddies and the one i've been searching for and i'm a genius and things only get better from here and this is the last sad book i've written since i've finally uncovered the secret so now i no longer need to use the sad face emoji I"VE CRACKED THE CODE)
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