𝘎𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴,
𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨,
𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘺
𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘦
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦?
𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳,
𝘖𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨...
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭,
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯,
𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳,
𝘙𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴
𝘙𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵,
𝘉𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳,
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘯𝘰𝘸.
𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦
𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳
~𝔥𝔦𝔯
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