FROM CHIZZY’S DIARY
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POEM 12
𝙄𝙣 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩’𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙥, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜
𝘼 𝙨𝙮𝙢𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚, 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙠
𝘿𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚.
𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤 𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙮 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙨
𝙁𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙨, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙨
𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙥 𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙨,
𝙀𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚, 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙.
𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨
𝙃𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨
𝙇𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩
𝙎𝙖𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙚𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚.
𝙔𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚.
𝙍𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙨, 𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚
𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬’𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡
𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙡.
𝙒𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬’𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬
𝙄𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙪𝙯𝙯𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬
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