Bags *𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨*

𝙄 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙.
𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙:
𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩
𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙜𝙨
𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚
𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙖𝙜𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚

"when I think of love
this is what I was conditioned to believe of-
one bag full of abundance and hugs
and another bag full of sticks and stone."

𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 -
𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙜𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙚.
𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙨
𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙩
𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙮.

𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙭
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙨
𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙨, 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙞𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧.
𝙎𝙤 𝙮𝙚𝙖...𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚.

𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚, 𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚.
𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙪𝙥.
𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.
𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤.
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙤.
𝙋𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡.
𝙎𝙤 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙢.
𝙈𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬.

"I stare at both bags not knowing which one
I will end up grabbing.
will I create a fire or will their be a propare fire pit
waiting their patiently for me?"

𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮.
𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨.
𝙃𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙖𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙.
𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚.
𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧...
𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚?
𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙?
𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨-
𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮.
𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡.

"Unfortunately, I don’t believe either bags are bad luck.
One bag full of sweets and gold but has some rips and smudges.
and One bag freshly new with the weight of a pound of a thousand bricks."

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙜𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚.
𝙃𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨.
𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨.
𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨
𝙃𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩.
𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙨.
𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙤𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤...
𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠?
𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢?
𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮
𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙄𝙎.

"When I stare at both bags I start to think-
Which one is yours and which one is meant to be?
Can we survive through a storm?
Even if this bag is super worn.
Can we survive in the streets?
When the homeless try to steal you from me."

𝙎𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙖𝙜𝙨...
𝙉𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙜...
𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙤𝙣𝙚..
𝙎𝙤 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙖𝙜𝙨-
𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮
𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙤𝙪𝙩
𝙊𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙙-
𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.

"Will your abundance start to run dry?
Will the stones become weapons?
Or will it just be a tool to create more?
I have all of these questions and yet I stare at two bags."

𝙎𝙤 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜- 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙜?
𝙄𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚?
𝙊𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧?
𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙 -
𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚.
𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚-
𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙚?

"How will I know which one is for me?
Was I conditioned to pick up a bag
that forces me to think strategically?
Or am I supposed to choose the easier road?"

𝙄 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙚𝙧
𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩
𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨, 𝙄 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙.
𝙎𝙤, 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙-
𝙈𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙗𝙘 𝙤𝙗𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨
𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?
𝙎𝙤 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙂𝙊𝘿
𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙚?

"Sorry I had to stop and think.

Because one bag means everything-
and I am scared to grab it again
knowing it might throw me off balance
and I will land on my feet
having to drag you with me."

𝘼𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩, 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙜 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?
𝘽𝙪𝙩... 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙣𝙚?
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙮?
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙬?
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙢 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚?
𝙊𝙧 𝙖𝙢 𝙄 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧...

𝙊𝙍 𝘼𝙈 𝙄 𝙎𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙁 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙄𝙏𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙁
𝘽𝙀𝘾𝘼𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙄𝙏 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙔𝙇𝙕𝙀𝙎 𝙈𝙀.