𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵! 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴? 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯. 𝘈𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧, 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦. ˚࿔ william shakespear 𝜗𝜚˚⋆✒️ ˚୨୧⋆｡⋆.˚🦋༘⋆‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐~ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆๋࣭

Oh [insert person name], thou art so forlorn For lacking a father, thee must often mourn Without a male role model to guide thee Thou art surely quite lost, can't thee see? But fear not, for there is hope yet Thy lack of paternity shall not thee forget For thou art strong and shall overcome But alas, thou wilt always be fatherless, scum!