𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘴,
𝘐 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.
𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴,
b𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵,
t𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩.
𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥,
A 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯,
A 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦.
𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺,
O𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥.
- Arya N. A
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