FROM CHIZZY’S DIARY.
POEM 10
𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩
𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩
𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩
𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙
𝙄 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩
𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙩
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩
𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩
𝙄 𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩
𝙐𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙄 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩
𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣
𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩
𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩
𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙉𝙤, 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙.
𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚
𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚
✍️𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙯𝙯𝙮 𝙐𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙠𝙬𝙪
