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⢿⣿⣄ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣀⣤⣄
⣿⣧⣀ ⣴⣾⣷⣿⣷ ⢷ ⣼⣿⣿⣿⡷
⢿⡿ ⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷ ⣿⣿⣿⡟
⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢿⣿⣄ ⣶⣾⣿⡇
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇ ⡿⢆⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇
⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣤⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷ ⣷⣤⣤⣄⣀⡀
⢸⣿⣿⡏⣿⣿⣿⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏ ⢀⣀⣈⣉⣉⣉⣙⣁⣀
⢸⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⢏⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆
⢸⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣷ ⢻⣭⣷
⢸⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿ ⢹⣿⣷
⢸⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿ ⣾⣿⡏
There’s a truth that’s overlooked, despised.
A tiny form, so small it seems,
Yet holds a power in unseen dreams.
A micropenis, the subject rare,
A symbol of how life can be unfair.
But in this world, it's plain to see,
That size is not what truly defines thee.
For love and laughter, joy and grace,
Come from the heart, not size or space.
So let’s embrace the truth so clear,
That all deserve respect, far and near.
It’s not the length, but how we stand,
With kindness, care, and an open hand.
For strength comes not from what’s below,
But from the way our spirits grow.