𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐,
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚.
𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕,
𝑾𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅,
𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆,
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔,
𝑶𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏.
𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚,
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕?
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔,
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔.
𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔,
𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒛𝒆
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆,
𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔,
𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅.
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