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What kind of monster am I when I spend 40 minutes locking a door or tapping an outlet or washing my hands?
What do you, who can suffer...
what kind of monster am I when I spend 40 minutes locking a door or tapping an outlet or washing my hands?
What do you, who can suffer...
There is nothing to change
Not one thing to exchange
No one in my range
I may be more strange
But no one can interchange
The rate of...
If the world was a classroom,
You would know who a woman is
You would know what a woman does
But most importantly,
You would know
That...