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Stop The Excessive Shopping And Masturbation. Quit Your Job. Start A Fight. Prove You're Alive. If You Don't Claim Your Humanity, You Will Become A Statistic.

Every Woman Is Just A Different Kind Of Problem.

They Assume She Was Once Gorgeously Beautiful. Because Now She Looks So—bad.

We've Spent So Much Time Judging What Other People Created That We've Created Very, Very Little Of Our Own.

It's Not Enough To Be Numbered With The Grains Of Sand On The Beach And The Stars In The Sky.