𝘿 𝙊 𝙊 𝙈. 𝙃 𝘼 𝙏 𝙀. 𝘿 𝙀 𝙎 𝙋 𝘼 𝙄 𝙍.
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𝑊𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑢𝑝
𝑂𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡?
𝐼 𝑘𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡,
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠
𝐼 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝘩𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡'𝑠 𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙...
𝑆𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠. 𝐼𝑛 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝘩𝑒𝑟
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝,
𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑧𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒
𝑆𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑:
"𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑠
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑘𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝐼 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚
𝑊𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠"
𝐻𝑢𝑠𝘩 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑜, 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑤.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦,
𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛,
𝐷𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡, 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚
𝑈𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡, 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑,
𝐹𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠.
▬ 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑩𝑼𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑭𝑳𝑰𝑬𝑺: 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑰𝑰 -
"𝑬𝒗𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝟏𝟎:𝟏𝟎", 𝑺𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒏
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