𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓲 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼
𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓮 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮
𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓹𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓹𝓼
𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼, 𝔀𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮
𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓾𝓷𝓶𝓮𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓼
ａｎｄ ｓｅｃｒｅｔｓ ｔｈａｔ ｆｌｕｔｔｅｒ ｏｖｅｒ ｕｓ ｂｕｔ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｆａｌｌ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｇｒｏｕｎｄ
𝓲 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼
𝓲 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓬𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 𝓷𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰
𝓷𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸, 𝓲 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮
𝓼𝓸 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓲'𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓭 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮
ｗｈｉｓｐｅｒｅｄ ｉｆ ｉ ｓｈｕｔ ｍｙ ｅｙｅｓ ａｎｄ ｅａｒｓ ｒｅａｌ ｈａｒｄ
𝔀𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓰𝓮
𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼
𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾
𝓲'𝓿𝓮 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓾𝓷 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓵
𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲'𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭
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Poetryｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ ｈａｓ ｂｅｅｎ ｒａｉｎｉｎｇ ｉｎｔｏ ｍｙ ｓｏｕｌ ｅｖｅｒ ｓｉｎｃｅ ｗｅ ｍｅｔ．．． ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʀᴀɪɴᴅʀᴏᴘꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅʀɪꜰᴛ ....ꜱᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ǝuoɓ ǝɹ,ʎǝɥʇ ǝɹoɟǝq ɯǝɥʇ ɥɔʇɐɔ os˙˙˙˙ ʇɟıɹp llıʍ sdoɹpuıɐɹ ǝʞıl sʇɥɓnoɥʇ ǝsǝɥʇ this is about that one tim...
