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𝙸𝚁𝙻, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕, 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎; 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛? 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝.

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