Be we.

Me and thee make we.

Yea, yo, yes we — not me.

At my core is a group; at my center is a crowd.

A constant me, me, me is social nepenthe.

Free is me not judging thee.

To be or not to be me; that is the best fun.

Autonomy is the illusion of no family tree.

My me bests my he.

To every me, me, me refuse to bow the knee.

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