Of course I could just fix it. Fix the universe. Fix everything. Make it all perfect. But what would even be the point of that? Why even bother at all, if that's what you're going to do? If you do that, what, even, is left?
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When you're punished just for being different, you begin to hate what you are, and what you love, what should make you happy, only brings you pain.