{ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒 } 𝁼  ۪ ⊰ׁׅ 🪻̸֢  . . . { ꕤ } It's loathsome to be favored by everyone in this world. But I got to hold hands with you in a classroom where we can't interact. I'll raise the white flag to the mistreatment of the majority, hide my weakened /𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘/ and smile. A self-centered barb weapon, wrapping up furiously the clean discussion of the strong. An haute couture allowance to butcher. A game of musical chairs that caused division, a child that's born by epidural labor. We're calling a vainglorious in-joke "history". I should live but I'm told to die, I have to die but I'm told to live. Is it wrong to brag about my joy? Is it wrong to regret over my ｈｏｐｅｌｅｓｓｎｅｓｓ? I'm avoiding impudent words for our brilliant future.  ⠊⠑.⠊⠑