𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒
𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑛.
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒
𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔.
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒
𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒
𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ.
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒
𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒
𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒.
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