Shania K. Younce
Leown thought herself most beatilful.
She thought of herself to often.
Making others dread her presence.
She didn't understand why people came to resent her.
She looked upon herself in a small pool of rippling water.
Then announced to people that she would embrace the way of abaisser.
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