It is my vulnerability and the no respect that I have for myself, just the other day my father made me dress like a whore so I could go seduce my love Hamlet and with reply he said to me “Ay, truly, for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness. This was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once.” How could my hamlet say such powerful word to me? That he would have the word to call me a whore, tell me that he once loved me and urge me to “Get thee to a nunn'ry.” I feel so broken inside but at the same my heart says that Hamlet still love me and I shall prove it to him. “My honored lord, you know right well you did, and with them, words of so sweet breath