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For the blind, it is darkness.
For the hungry, it is famine.
For the dead, hell.
For the sick, it is lupus.
For the prisoner, it is chains.
For the lonely, he is the oppressor.
For me, Zdera is my tormentor.
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⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠛⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⡿⠛⠉⠁⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣄⠀⠀⠈⠛⢿⣿
⣿⣷⣤⣤⣶⣾⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣷⣤⣤⣾⣿
⣿⠟⠛⠛⠛⠋⠀⠀⣠⡀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣄⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣇⠀⠀⠉⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⣤⣴⣶⣶⣿⣿
If Alex speaks, I listen. 🗣️🗣️👂
If Alex has a million fans, I am one of them.🙋🙋♂️🙋
If Alex has one fan, I am that fan 🙋
If Alex has 0 fans , I’m dead😵❌