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𝕋𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤,
𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕒𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕤—
𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕟’𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕, 𝕗𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕨.

𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕚𝕥.
𝔸 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕥,
𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕞 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕧𝕚𝕔𝕖.
𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕚𝕥, 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕕,
𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙.

𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜.
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕟𝕠𝕥—
𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣,
𝕚𝕗 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣?

𝕳𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤, 𝕒 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕥,
𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕—
𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜, 𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘.
𝕀 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕤:

𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕕,
𝕒 𝕔𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕥,
𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕟.

𝕳𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤,
𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥—
𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞
𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖.

𝕰𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝔻𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕕?
𝕰𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖?

𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖,
𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕒𝕟—
𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦:
𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕟, 𝕨𝕠𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝.

𝕿𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕤,
𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘—
𝕞𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕞.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖—
𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕗𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖.
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤,
𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕡 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕝,
𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕥—
𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕕 𝕕𝕠
𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕖.

𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖.
𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟
𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕-𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪—
𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕖.

𝔸𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕟: 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕡 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕖,
𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕟’𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕤,
𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖
𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕.
𝕀 𝕒𝕤𝕜: 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖?

𝔸𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕚𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕧𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣—
𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕟, 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣.
𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘,
𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡 𝕠𝕟 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖’𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜.

𝕀 𝕤𝕚𝕥, 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕥. 𝕀 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨.
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝
𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕟—
𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝, 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨.

𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕣 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤,
𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕔𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤,
𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕡 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤,
𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘—
𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕖𝕟𝕧𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘.

𝕳𝕠𝕨 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘,
𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤.
𝕄𝕒𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕔𝕖, 𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝, 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕.
𝕄𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕕, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕥.
𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤,
𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣’𝕤—𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕣,
𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖.

𝕸𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕪’𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙,
𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖—
𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕕.
𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖;
𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕕.

𝔻𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕖, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕?
𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖
𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕕—
𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦,
𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕕 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕟.

𝔸𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕,
𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕘𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟,
𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟—
𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕞𝕤,
𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕖𝕘𝕠’𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕:
𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕖,
𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟
𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟.

𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪,
𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕝𝕖𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪—
𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝, I am 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕥.
I still want your praise.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕤,
𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕛𝕠𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕤, 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕟.

ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖:
𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪?
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕥𝕙,
𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪—
𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕤?

“ℕ𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕖.”

𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘.
𝔻𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕗𝕦𝕝, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕟
𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙,
𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕁𝕖𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙
𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒 𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕖.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕀 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦
𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕖—𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝕟𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕕.
𝔸 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕’𝕤 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕟
𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕜𝕚𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖
𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕗𝕖, 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕖.

𝔹𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣
𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕒𝕣,
𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤.
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖—

𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕥.

𝕆𝕝𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕟, 𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦.
𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥,
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕩𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥,
𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕥,
𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣
𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣 𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕣—
𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘,
𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣.

Can you please stop 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 now?
It’s been years, and I kept my promise.
I came back to visit you on your dying bed.

Can you stop being yourself—
and be a father, for once?

𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕕.
𝕀 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕤 ℕ𝕠𝕨.

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sorry to ping you guys again

the bot deleted the original version

sorry

[slender lark]

no worries lurve

[forest arch]

thank you rei<33333

[desert fulcrum]

Oh no! Well, I am here again, to etch my name in history! Have a cookie everyone!🍪

[forest arch]

Ur sooo cool<3

[slender lark]

the font lowkey made me dizzy

is tht weird 😭😭

[desert fulcrum]

If I'm cool, you're hot❤️🔥

[forest arch]

😭

ig my bf agrees w u

[desert fulcrum]

Hello Rei, I believe we haven't met! It is nice to meet you, I'm Crumble the Cookie God! Have a cookie🍪

[slender lark]

thank u :3

[desert fulcrum]

I'm sure he does❤️ Share some of my cookies with him.🍪

[forest arch]

they r a very cool person:3

[slender lark]

i bet

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She said this was her favourite

And she wept

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YES

[forest arch]

@fast token

le

[storm stag]

Also she said Sylvia Plath who

[forest arch]

always

wait no one follows u

I just realized that

lemme just

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@forest arch is now following @fast token.

[forest arch]

I forgor ,meant to do it

RIGHT

changed that

le

[solid creek]

christ icy, this is amazing!! i think the motif of veins and hearts and arteries is interesting - fat around the heart can represent indulgence coming back to haunt one, the heart itself could represent love, the veins and arteries bulging can be a sign of age or poor health, and all three have to do with blood (which links into the idea of “are we the same body?”, blood as in relation)

[forest arch]

I love you</3

youare tragically good at understanding me

le

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𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕁𝕖𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙
𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒 𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕖.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕.
𝕀 𝕒𝕤𝕜: 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖?

𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕟’𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕤

these lines and just the repetition of the color "black" reminds me of Sylvia Plath's Daddy - congrats to you i know this had to be an emotional rollercoaster to write this

[forest arch]

Vinny gets me

[forest arch]

@winged lotus

[winged lotus]

Sure. Not rn, but I will review it.

May I tag you in one of my own?

[forest arch]

sure why now