"I look ugly," "You're ugly," "Ugliness doesn't have to define or affect you by any means," and "You’re not actually that ugly, my friend" are all phrases I forebode to my bones. However, it's not in their connotation or literal meaning, but in the word "ugly." Whenever I hear the word's pronunciation, something feels awry. Especially at the letter "g" with its profound and vigorous nature, I sense that my entire essence trembles at the sound of the letter. U-G-L-Y; what a chilling combination of written characters. Something rather disquieting seems to lurk within that one ugly word. It never ceases to conjure up malevolent images of grotesquely disfigured beings in my mind. At times, I feel as if the devil has sworn to pilfer certain aspects of our lives, perpetually watching us experience joy and sorrow, creating and destroying, extending a helping hand or turning away. It is true that he revels in witnessing our transgressions, but it doesn't end there. He seizes every opportunity to do so. As I mentioned, he lays claim to some parts of our lives, our language, and our culture. And the word ugly is one of his possessions.
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