But still the sunken stars appear In dark and windless Mirrormere; There lies his crown in water deep, Till Durin wakes again from sleep.
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But still the sunken stars appear In dark and windless Mirrormere; There lies his crown in water deep, Till Durin wakes again from sleep.
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"I know I look like one of them but I'm not. Please don't hurt me. I have erased all of my cultural, linguistic, historical and geographical identity and I fully throw myself at the mercy of the white West. Please don't hurt me."
It's cowardly self-defense, really. No judgment, though, since I am a privileged white cisman and I will never truly know what it's like to be demonized and forced to legitimize my existence in every step I take.