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𝐼𝑡'𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑢𝑙𝑡, 𝐼 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟

{It's a boring one}

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍,
𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎.
𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚝,
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝.
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎
𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎,
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚢,
𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜.
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜,
𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘
𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍'𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚜𝚎.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝,
𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍.
𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚠𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑.
𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛.
𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞.
𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗
𝙸 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍.

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