𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ, 𝑑𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝
𝐷𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠
𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ, 𝑑𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑝
𝐴𝑟𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟𝑠?
𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓𝑑𝑜𝑚
𝑂𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑑𝑦
𝑂𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑜𝑚
𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑦.
𝐼𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ,
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒
𝑂𝑓 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑠.
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠
𝑂𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑑.
~𝑎𝑛𝑠ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑟
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