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authorzayra
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𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩-
𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙪𝙣.
𝘼 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙙, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨.
𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢-
𝙜𝙧𝙪𝙛𝙛, 𝙪𝙣𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮.
𝘼 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜... 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠.
𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙨.
𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨.
𝙔𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨
𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚'𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜.
"𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦,
𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥.
𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥-
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬."
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