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Adam Just-Incredible, Bimbilla (2025)

19/12/2022

𝘽𝙮:- 𝘼𝙙𝙖𝙢 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩-𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙄𝙈𝘽𝙄𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝙄𝙉 𝙈𝙀

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙄𝙈𝘽𝙄𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚;
𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚—
𝙤𝙧 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙞𝙡𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚;
𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙢 𝙄 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚?
𝙏𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙧, 𝙞𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙄𝙈𝘽𝙄𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚!

𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙄 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜,
𝙮𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜;
𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.
𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙢𝙮 𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.
𝙏𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙄𝙈𝘽𝙄𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚!

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙤𝙡𝙙,
𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙤𝙡𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙙𝙙.
𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙡𝙙—
𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙤𝙙𝙙.
𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙢𝙚, 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙄𝙈𝘽𝙄𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚!

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮,
𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙄 𝙝𝙮𝙢𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮—
𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙟𝙤𝙮, 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙗𝙗 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮;
𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢'𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙮.
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙄𝙈𝘽𝙄𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚.

𝙄𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨?
𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨,
𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨;
𝙃𝙤𝙬? 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨?
𝙏𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙄𝙈𝘽𝙄𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚.

𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙩𝙝, 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚, 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨,
𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨;
𝘿𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨?
𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨—
𝙎𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙧, 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙄𝙈𝘽𝙄𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚.

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𝗕𝘆:- 𝗔𝗱𝗮𝗺 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁-𝗜𝗻𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲

𝗔 𝗣𝗔𝗘𝗔𝗡 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛

𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆,
𝗮 𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗻;
𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘇𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 —
𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲.
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀, 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲;
𝗮 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲, 𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀.

𝗧𝗵𝘆 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘀,
𝗧𝗵𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀,
𝗧𝗵𝘆 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝘁𝘀,
𝗧𝗵𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝘁𝘀.
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗹;
𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘄𝗶𝗺.

𝗔 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻.
𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀;
𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀,
𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗱𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀;
𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘀;
𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀, 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀.

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵,
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵,
𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘀, 𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘂𝘀,
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘇𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀,
𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗺, 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲'𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗺.
𝗠𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝘀...

𝗔 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲!
𝗦𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗱𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀,
𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱, 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹.
𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗸𝘆, 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘃𝗲.
𝗕𝗲𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀,
𝗮 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀;
𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀.

𝗞𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀, 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲!
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀;
𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀.
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿,
𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱,
𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀;
𝗮 𝗳𝗼𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲.

𝗞𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲;
𝗮𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝘂𝗻'𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸;
𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗮𝘄𝗻'𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲,
𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸.
𝗔 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲;
𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹.
𝗔 𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀;
𝗞𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹;
𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻.

𝗟𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄,
𝗕𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝘄𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗲;
𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄.
𝗟𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗜 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄;
𝗢𝗵 𝘆𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵, 𝘆𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁,
𝗻𝗼, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗹𝘆.

𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘄,
𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆,
𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁, 𝘄𝗵𝘆?
𝗧𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘁,
𝗼𝗼𝗵 𝘆𝗲 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀!

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𝐁𝐲:- 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭-𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞

𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝?

𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝?
𝐎𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝?
𝐀 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐝,
𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝.
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥?
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥?

𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐝;
𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐝.
𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐭,
𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐭.
𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰'𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧;
𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧?

𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐬;
𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐮𝐬.
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫,
𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭;
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭?

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬?
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬?
𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲;
𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲,
𝐘𝐞𝐬! 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲.
𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠 —𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐲.

𝐍𝐚𝐲! 𝐖𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬,
𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬;
𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝, 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬,
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬?
𝐖𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐨𝐲,
𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐲?

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞;
𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐰𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐞.
𝐖𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠,
𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐠;
𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬,
𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞—𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬.

𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝,
𝐎𝐫 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝?
𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬;
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐆𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬—
𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬? —
𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠?

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24/07/2022

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28/06/2022

𝑩𝒚:- 𝑨𝒅𝒂𝒎 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕-𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏?

𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚?—
𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅,
𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒚;
𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏?

𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒚 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏?—
𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓;
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏,
𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 —
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒏,
𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏, 𝑰 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓.

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏? —
𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑰 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕?
𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏?
𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒕;
𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒎 𝑰 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏?

𝑾𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒖𝒑, 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔;
𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕 —
𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔,
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕.
𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔? —
𝑨 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒕, 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒈𝒐, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕.

𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰 𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅;
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒖𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔,
𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅,
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔, 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔—
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝑰 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑰 𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅.
𝑻𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔,
𝑰𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅.

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕? 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏? 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆,
𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒔;
𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒅, 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝑰 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆?
𝑰 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅, 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒔,
𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒆 —
𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒏, 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒔!

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𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗕𝗢𝗢 𝗗𝗔𝗟𝗜

𝗛𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗔𝗱𝗶𝗯𝗼𝗼 𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗶?
𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗶;
𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲, 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗡'𝘆𝗲𝗯 𝗕𝘂𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗶—
𝘄𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗦𝗮𝘆𝘆𝗶𝗱𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝗔𝗹𝗶.

𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝗹𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗺,
𝗜 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗲𝗳𝗱𝗼𝗺;
𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗼𝗺.
𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗜 𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗱𝗼𝗺.

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗞𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗼𝗻 𝗡𝗮𝗸𝗽𝗲𝗺 𝗭𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹,
𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗶𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹;
𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗹𝗲𝘄 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘆, 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗳𝘂𝗹—
𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘀, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹;
𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗳𝘂𝗹.

𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁? 𝗜 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀,
𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀, 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀?
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗜 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗶𝗽𝘀;
𝗜 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝘂𝗽, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝗽𝘀.

𝗢𝗼𝗼𝗵! 𝗔𝗺 𝗜 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗚𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗯𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘀?
𝗗𝗶𝗱 𝗜 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘀?—
𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘀;
𝗶𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁, 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗷𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘀.

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴,
𝗶𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗲𝗹𝗱𝘀, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴;
𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗿, 𝗜 𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴—
𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴.

𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝘂𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻,
𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻;
𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻—
𝗠𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.

𝗞𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗼𝗻 𝗡𝗮𝗸𝗽𝗲𝗺 𝗦𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗶 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗿𝘆—
𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗳𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆;
𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁, 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗿𝘆.
𝗪𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆—
𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝗺𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗴𝘂𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘆.

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𝐈 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎, 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓!

𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭,
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.
𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭,
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞—
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭,
𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭,
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞—
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭,
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭,
𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭,
𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞—
𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭;
𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭,
𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭,
𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞—
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭;
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭,
𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭,
𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞—
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭;
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭,
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭,
𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞—
𝐌𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭,
𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞.
𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭,
𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

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27/04/2022

By:- Adam Just-Incredible

PLEASE, DO NOT READ ME!

Please, do not read me,
if you truly won't heal me;
from my grief and my greed,
of hoping to be your smile, your creed.

Please, do not read me,
not when your eyes still blame me;
over the glance we last shared —
and the fears I could barely relate.
Do not wish you knew my writer;
no, not even the inspiration that honored me.

Please, do not read me,
with grim and anger;
that I came from someone and not you,
and that, you hoped to write too;
But to whom? —
Read me, but do not learn me;
I left your heart long ago,
not sure I need your mind too.

Please, do not read me,
with those tears still in your eyes;
as though they were of remorse,
and of regrets —that you needed love too badly,
yet tore my heart beyond stitching.
I know you will read me,
deep inside, I know you still need me.

But still, do not read me,
until you promise to cure me,
from every sickness,
your hugs and cuddles gave me.
Till your stares hang like my clock,
and your kisses serve my alarm duties,
do not bother to even see me.

Please, do not read me,
if you won't hear me;
when my silence groans —
And when my pains stutter.
Please, do not wish I read you instead,
for I will dank these verses with tears;
and watch as your sorrow fade out of these pages.

But if you did read me,
then please hear me —
share me for each count you read me;
frame me for your wall to feel me,
save me and pity me;
But to love me again,
learn to love the pen that inked me.

Adam Just-Incredible

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