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FROM CHIZZY’S DIARY

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POEM 109.

𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙬
𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙬

𝙒𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙙𝙚
𝙔𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚’𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙚

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙢
𝙊𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢

𝙔𝙚𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙞𝙣 𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣
𝙂𝙤𝙙’𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙮
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙮

𝙀𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙯𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡
𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙨 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡
𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡

𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙧
“𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙣, 𝙈𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚.”

𝙉𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩, 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙣𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙
𝙉𝙤 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙃𝙞𝙢 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙙

𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚
𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣
𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣

𝙔𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨
𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨

𝙎𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚
𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙨, 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚

𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨, 𝙃𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙮

𝙎𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡
𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚

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