𝑴𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆
𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆.
𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏
𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 for 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍.
𝑨𝒔 𝑰 𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 ,𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏,
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.
𝑾𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆,
𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔
𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆
𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔.
𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆
𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆
𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆.
𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔,𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆.
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