~all my unwritten thoughts~

𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚛
𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜
𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝
𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝
𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚜
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎
𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑