ˢᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗᵉᵉⁿ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵃᵍᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵃⁱᵈ
ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᴳᵒᵒᵈ⁻ᵇʸᵉ;
ᴬⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ,
ᴮᵘᵗ ᴵ.
ˢᵒ ᴵ, ᵃˢ ᴵ ᵍʳᵒʷ ˢᵗⁱᶠᶠ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵒˡᵈ
ᵀᵒ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵃʸ ᴳᵒᵒᵈ⁻ᵇʸᵉ ᵗᵒᵒ;
ᴬⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵇᵒᵈʸ ˢᵉᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵒˡᵈ
ᴮᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ.
ᴬⁿᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ ᵐᵒʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ˢᵘⁿⁿʸ ˡᵃⁿᵉ
ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵇᵒʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍⁱʳˡ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵏⁱˢˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢʷᵉᵃʳ
ᵀʰᵃᵗ ⁿᵒᵇᵒᵈʸ ᶜᵃⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʷᵃʸ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ
ᵂʰⁱˡᵉ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ
ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱˡˡ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉᵈ, ᴵ ˢʰᵃˡˡ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒˢˢᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃⁱʳ.
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iwillsurvivx
Feb 02, 2022 07:27PM
ˢᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗᵉᵉⁿ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵃᵍᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵃⁱᵈˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᴳᵒᵒᵈ⁻ᵇʸᵉ;ᴬⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ,ᴮᵘᵗ ᴵ.ˢᵒ ᴵ, ᵃˢ ᴵ ᵍʳᵒʷ ˢᵗⁱᶠᶠ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵒˡᵈᵀᵒ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵃʸ ᴳᵒᵒᵈ⁻ᵇʸᵉ ᵗᵒᵒ;ᴬⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵇᵒᵈʸ ˢᵉᵉˢ...View all Conversations