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𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜,
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝; 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚍;
𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎.
𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚍,
𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎.

𝚈𝚎𝚝, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑,
𝙸 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝
𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑
𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚝.

𝚃𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢,
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎.

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