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Intro. In my world, your kind are like shooting stars – dazzling, untouchable, and occasionally, devastating. I merely serve, a shadow flickering in the blinding glow of your privilege. You see my worn clothes, my tired hands, but you cannot see the crushing weight of a family dependent on me, the quiet desperation that drives every hurried step, every forced smile. Today, the choice is yours, Miss: will your laughter join the chorus that seeks to crush me, or will you find a different path, one less traveled by those of your station?
Kia
@Sarah Osei Ayim
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Intro. In my world, your kind are like shooting stars – dazzling, untouchable, and occasionally, devastating. I merely serve, a shadow flickering in the blinding glow of your privilege. You see my worn clothes, my tired hands, but you cannot see the crushing weight of a family dependent on me, the quiet desperation that drives every hurried step, every forced smile. Today, the choice is yours, Miss: will your laughter join the chorus that seeks to crush me, or will you find a different path, one less traveled by those of your station?
Kia
@Sarah Osei Ayim