𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝" 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐
𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚢, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜
𝙲𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛?
𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚜, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠
𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑?
𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝?
𝙾𝚑, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛?
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 (𝙲𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜)
𝙵𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑, 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗
𝙻𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎
𝙾𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗?
"𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝" 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐
𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚢, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜
𝙲𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛?
𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚜, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠
𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑?
𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝?
𝙾𝚑, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛?
𝙾𝚑, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛?
