Be yourself. The world worships the original. — Jean Cocteau
Be yourself. The world worships the original. — Jean Cocteau
Be yourself. The world worships the original. — Jean Cocteau
Be yourself. The world worships the original. — Jean Cocteau
Be yourself. The world worships the original. — Jean Cocteau
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Be yourself. The world worships the original.

— Jean Cocteau
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