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My name is Juliet, and this is how I see. This is who I am. And this is who I long to be.
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No more. This is it. Goodbye my love. Goodbye my parents. Goodbye fair Verona.
My dear Cousin! May he rest in peace, as well as my love! My love has gone, never to return again, and so has my heart. He has taken it with him outside of this violent city.
How does one who has never lived confess their sins?
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