𝕽𝖞𝖆𝖓. 𝖝𝖝𝖎𝖎𝖎. 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖗. 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖘𝖙. 𝖑𝖞𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖘𝖙. 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖙. 𝖍𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖑𝖞 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖉, 𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖈, 𝖓𝖞𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖊, 𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖛𝖊, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖉𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖇𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖍 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘.
𝐼'𝓂 𝒶 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈
𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔
𝒩𝑜 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔
𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝓊𝓅
𝓇𝒽𝓎𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓅𝒾𝒹 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒
𝒶𝓈 𝐼 𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈, 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔
'𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝐼'𝒹 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈
𝓈𝑜 𝐼 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓊𝓅 𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃
𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓊𝑔𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹.
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Story by Sir Ryan
Stupid World | Poetry
Ever felt like screaming at the world?
or the stupidity of the situation that you had to deal with?
Ever felt...
