𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕?
𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈.
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈?
𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?
𝑻𝒐 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔,
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈.
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