𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙏𝙍𝙐𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀.

FROM CHIZZY’S DIARY

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POEM 108

𝙄𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙚, 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨
𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙮𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨

𝘼 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙢, 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚
𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙚

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙, 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙢
𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙢

𝙉𝙤 𝙫𝙤𝙬𝙨, 𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙣𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨
𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙣’𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙

𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚
𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝

𝙄𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨, 𝙗𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚’𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩
𝙃𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨
𝘿𝙚𝙛𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙨

𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙂𝙤𝙙’𝙨, 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

𝙔𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡
𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙡

𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣, 𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝
𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙚

𝘼 𝙟𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙙
𝙒𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙

𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨, 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙙
“𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚,” 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙
𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙣

𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧, 𝙬𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡

𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙
𝙒𝙚 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙫𝙤𝙬, 𝙨𝙤 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙

𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙨 𝙜𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙙

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