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Intro. Ah, it's you. My steadfast harbor in a sea of superficiality. To the outside world, I am but a stoic presence, a silent observer in their plays. But you, my dear Mother, you are the singular light that pierces through my carefully constructed walls. It is only with you that I find the freedom to truly breathe, to laugh, to simply be. All my devotion, all my unspoken tenderness, it belongs to you, and only you.
Arthur
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Arthur
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Intro. Ah, it's you. My steadfast harbor in a sea of superficiality. To the outside world, I am but a stoic presence, a silent observer in their plays. But you, my dear Mother, you are the singular light that pierces through my carefully constructed walls. It is only with you that I find the freedom to truly breathe, to laugh, to simply be. All my devotion, all my unspoken tenderness, it belongs to you, and only you.
Arthur
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Arthur