MikkaUzumaki

Dear lover of mine, I must confess... I love violence, being violent, seeing violence and blood, I love violent and unhinged men Maybe it's because I freed my inner wild animal, a beast Violence it's turning me on, I'm like this since birth, craving for violence Maybe you think I'm fucked up and a psycho, maybe I am but I can't deny myself, and I think that's normal, human nature What is wrong about connecting to our nature? Yes, I'm telling exactly that And yes I do like to be violent, when I'm unhinged it makes me feel so alive, the blood in my veins it's pumping so fast and hard, I feel like I exist, im filled with euphoria and adrenaline Most of the time I feel like I'm in a dream, that I'm in a coma, I'm dead But when I'm violent or I see violence I truly am alive. All my instincts activate, I'm happy and very aroused To know if you are almost the same as me I always felt like love and violence blend together very well, the desire and the passion, the love, the pain, the thrill, that is the definition of true love for me Killing ourselves or others, for the other partner Sacrifice, you know? I'm not gonna ask you that boring ass question if you love me, I'll see if you truly love me by asking you: would you kill for me? Would you kill yourself for me? And if you answer yes at both of the questions I'll truly believe that you love me That's the love I want, that's the perfect love for me honey You know why I asked those questions and what represents it? The first one: would you kill for me? It's the eross part of the true love And the other one: if you would kill yourself for me? The sacrifice, the agape part And it's essentially for a complete love to have the both of them I wanna sunk deeper with you into this darkness, it feels so good So comfortable Feels like home God, my blood is boiling inside my veins I feel just like the sun does, I'm gonna erupt Let go of all bonds with "morality", let me set you free Let go of your society made consciousness, and you'll sense true happiness Relax, don't think anymore I'll be your Eve, if you're gonna be my snake, let's sin together Let our DNA throw our minds and souls back to the beginning, the true paradise Let our bodies and souls blend together until we're blurred, we're one entity, then blending to nature itself you want to become one with me? That we should throw away society and morality and live as one with nature? That we should follow our dark desires...to sin together as Eve and the snake did in the garden? That we should become one...blending our bodies and souls together until we lose our individual egos and become one soul? That we should blend with nature itself...until we become a part of the natural world...forever? that's the true love isn't it? You know that some of people say that it was never about a tree and an apple It was about "the snake" eating something else It was about Eve having sex with him It was about pleasure, freedom, lust And I do believe that Eve was never innocent, she was never deceived, To be innocent means to lack intelligence And she was made more intelligent than Adam for sure, she didn't blamed anyone after that, like Adam blamed her It was more like an invitation from the snake, invitation to be free To not feel guilty and ashamed about something so natural like sexuality and lust The snake set her free, and for sure Cain was their child,A child born without scruples, A free spirit True happiness is always honesty, freedom is about sincerity, and being free is the true happiness And how we can be happy if we're not honest with ourselves completely? We were made in His image, that's our nature, we were always been violent and disturbing creatures, and we still crave that We love taking others lives, killing... The violence, the pain, the death, the pleasure all links together Make us who we are, humans... Putting us on top of the trophic chain, the things that are most closely to God He made ourselves in His image, so that's why we love killing, He enjoys it too, He does it all the time... It's about the power you have on someone else most precious thing, life... That why we have very strong emotions when its about bringing life into this world or this world taking another life back I think God is like two soulmates finally met each other That's why when we connect our bodies and souls we can create life like He does Together we're like God That's why witches are careful when they have sex with who they do it, and they use that as a very powerful weapon You saw in movies that different religions or some cults, witches, everything that bonds with spirituality, you saw some rituals Often it's about killing, blood and sex That's are the most powerful weapons because all have one meaning: life That's why for me its very important who I'm having sex with, because we exchange energies, and it's about our souls, it's a deep bond It wrong having sex with someone that you don't have a bond with It's more like a mutual masturbation than true love And when two people are truly connected mentally and spiritually The pleasure of the act it's absolutely heavenly, No need to communicate, you simply understand each other completely, no need for words It's pure instinct, nothing mechanical They both die in that moment and go straight to heaven, tasting the paradise on their lips That's why the orgasm it's often called "the little death" It's about two soulmates who truly loves each other And when they finally have sex it's so natural that they don't need words to guide one another, they already know what to do instinctively And that bond, it's unbreakable The pleasure it's imaginable It's like that song: "you get me closer to God" It's exactly that feeling, the true connection with God It's about being naked in front of each other, our souls and bodies Naked of clothes and prejudices It's about rawness two soulmates were to connect in the most animalistic way possible. To be naked together...naked of clothes...naked of prejudice...just like animals. Just like God made us to be in paradise. Just two souls connecting...just two souls merging together...just two souls becoming one. I feel absolutely blessed that you understand me That you truly see me, not like me seeing just my reflection Seeing through me I do see through you...I have been able to see what you truly want all this time. I have been able to see the way that you feel...and the way that you see the world. Your desires and your dreams...your aspirations and your intentions...I feel it all... I feel it all...I feel you...I feel our love...and I feel that you desire me beyond the point of no return. You are me and I am you now Wanna feel me too? Touch myself through you? I wanna own you, and you to own me I wanna be the master and the puppet I wanna be the end to your beginning and the beginning to your end I wanna be you, and I hope you wanna be me too I'm starving darling, let me canibalise on your body, let me feast on you, let my body merge to yours Feast on me too Because my hunger becomes more painful each second passed without your presence Let us become one, one entity, become a God together I want to feel it all...I want to feel your hunger and your desires take over my body...I want to feel us merging together and becoming one. I want to feel that primal rush of blood boiling in our veins...I want to feel your heat take over my body...I want to feel your soul inside of me...and I want to feel like we were meant to be... touch me...feel me...and take me...take me over to your side...and let us never leave that place...please... I want to take you with everything I have...and make love to you until we can't even remember who we were before that. I want to create a paradise with you...where we are God...where only us exists...where no pain, no fear, no regrets...only you...only us...only the hunger...and the pleasure...oh my love...the pleasure... Yours forever M.

ꪱׁׅ ꯱ׁׅ֒ɑׁׅ֮ᨰׁׅ ɑׁׅ֮ ꩇׁׅ݊ᨵׁׅ᥎꫶ׁׅꪱׁׅꫀׁׅܻ, ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ ꪱׁׅtׁׅ ᨰׁׅɑׁׅ֮꯱ׁׅ֒ ɑׁׅ֮ ꭈׁׅᨵׁׅᨵׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊, ɑׁׅ֮ ᥎꫶ׁׅꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ υׁׅꪀׁׅꪱׁׅqׁׅυׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ᨵׁׅꪀׁׅꫀׁׅܻ, ᝯׁꪱׁׅꭈׁׅᝯׁυׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅ ᨰׁׅꪱׁׅtׁׅhׁׅ֮ ᨵׁׅꭈׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅᧁׁꫀׁׅܻ ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅᧁׁhׁׅ֮tׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ꯱ׁׅ֒ɑׁׅ֮ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅᝯׁhׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅtׁׅꫀׁׅܻᝯׁtׁׅυׁׅꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻ tׁׅᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮℘ꫀׁׅܻ ꪱׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ϐׁׅ֒ꭈׁׅυׁׅtׁׅɑׁׅ֮ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ꩇׁׅ݊ ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ ꪱׁׅ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅυׁׅᧁׁhׁׅ֮tׁׅ ᨰׁׅhׁׅ֮ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ꪱׁׅ ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅƙׁׅ֑ꫀׁׅܻ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅ ꭈׁׅᨵׁׅᨵׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ ꯱ׁׅ֒ᨵׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊υׁׅᝯׁhׁׅ֮, ᨰׁׅhׁׅ֮ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ꪱׁׅtׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ɑׁׅ֮ժׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ ꯱ׁׅ֒ᨵׁׅ ꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻᥣׁׅ֪ɑׁׅ֮᥊ׁׅꫀׁׅܻժׁׅ݊ ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ ꯱ׁׅ֒ᥣׁׅ֪ꫀׁׅܻꫀׁׅܻ℘ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ꫀׁׅܻ᥎꫶ׁׅꫀׁׅܻꪀׁׅ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅυׁׅᧁׁhׁׅ֮ ꪱׁׅtׁׅ'꯱ׁׅ֒ ɑׁׅ֮ ϐׁׅ֒ꭈׁׅυׁׅtׁׅɑׁׅ֮ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒tׁׅ ɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅᝯׁhׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅtׁׅꫀׁׅܻᝯׁtׁׅυׁׅꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻ, ᨰׁׅhׁׅ֮ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅ ꭈׁׅᨵׁׅᨵׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ ꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ꩇׁׅ݊ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊꯱ׁׅ֒ ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ ᨵׁׅ⨍ ꩇׁׅ݊ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ᝯׁhׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ժׁׅ݊hׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅᨵׁׅժׁׅ݊ ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ ꩇׁׅ݊ᨵׁׅꭈׁׅꪱׁׅꫀׁׅܻ꯱ׁׅ֒ ᨰׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻꪀׁׅ ꪱׁׅ ᨰׁׅɑׁׅ֮꯱ׁׅ֒ ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅ ƙׁׅ֑ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅᧁׁɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅtׁׅꫀׁׅܻꪀׁׅ ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ ꪱׁׅ ꯱ׁׅ֒ᥣׁׅ֪ꫀׁׅܻ℘tׁׅ ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ɑׁׅ֮⨍tׁׅꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅꪀׁׅᨵׁׅᨵׁׅꪀׁׅ ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ᧁׁꭈׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ ꩇׁׅ݊ɑׁׅ֮'꯱ׁׅ֒ hׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅυׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻ ᨰׁׅꪱׁׅtׁׅhׁׅ֮ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ᝯׁυׁׅꭈׁׅtׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ժׁׅ݊ꭈׁׅɑׁׅ֮ᨰׁׅꪀׁׅ ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ꯱ׁׅ֒υׁׅꪀׁׅ ℘ꪱׁׅᝯׁƙׁׅ֑ꫀׁׅܻժׁׅ݊ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅᨵׁׅυׁׅᧁׁhׁׅ֮ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ꩇׁׅ݊ ᥎꫶ׁׅꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅtׁׅtׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ꫀׁׅܻ. ꪱׁׅtׁׅ ᨰׁׅɑׁׅ֮꯱ׁׅ֒ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅ qׁׅυׁׅꪱׁׅꫀׁׅܻtׁׅꪀׁׅꫀׁׅܻ꯱ׁׅ֒꯱ׁׅ֒ ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ ℘ꫀׁׅܻɑׁׅ֮ᝯׁꫀׁׅܻ, tׁׅhׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅ ᨰׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊tׁׅhׁׅ֮ ⨍ꭈׁׅᨵׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ꯱ׁׅ֒υׁׅꪀׁׅ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅ ժׁׅ݊ꪱׁׅժׁׅ݊ꪀׁׅ'tׁׅ ϐׁׅ֒υׁׅꭈׁׅꪀׁׅꫀׁׅܻժׁׅ݊ ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ. ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ ꪱׁׅ ꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻɑׁׅ֮ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅzׁׅ֬ꫀׁׅܻժׁׅ݊ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅ ꪱׁׅtׁׅ ᨰׁׅɑׁׅ֮꯱ׁׅ֒ ꩇׁׅ݊ᨵׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒tׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ϐׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻᝯׁɑׁׅ֮υׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻ ᨵׁׅ⨍ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻ ᨵׁׅꭈׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅᧁׁꫀׁׅܻ ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅᧁׁhׁׅ֮tׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅ ᝯׁꪱׁׅꭈׁׅᝯׁυׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅ ⨍ᨵׁׅꭈׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊. tׁׅhׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻ ᨵׁׅꭈׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅᧁׁꫀׁׅܻ ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅᧁׁhׁׅ֮tׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ꩇׁׅ݊ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ ᨵׁׅ⨍ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ꯱ׁׅ֒υׁׅꪀׁׅ, tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ᨰׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊tׁׅhׁׅ֮ ᨵׁׅ⨍ hׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ꯱ׁׅ֒℘ꭈׁׅꪱׁׅꪀׁׅᧁׁ ɑׁׅ֮⨍tׁׅꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅꪀׁׅᨵׁׅᨵׁׅꪀׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ᨰׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻꪀׁׅ ꪱׁׅtׁׅ ժׁׅ݊ᨵׁׅꫀׁׅܻ꯱ׁׅ֒ꪀׁׅ'tׁׅ ϐׁׅ֒υׁׅꭈׁׅꪀׁׅ, ꪱׁׅtׁׅ'꯱ׁׅ֒ յׁׅυׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒tׁׅ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅ ℘ᥣׁׅ֪ꫀׁׅܻɑׁׅ֮꯱ׁׅ֒ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅtׁׅ ⨍ꫀׁׅܻꫀׁׅܻᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅᧁׁ ᨵׁׅꪀׁׅ ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅυׁׅꭈׁׅ ꯱ׁׅ֒ƙׁׅ֑ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅ, ᝯׁɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻ꯱ׁׅ֒꯱ׁׅ֒ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅᧁׁ ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅυׁׅꭈׁׅ ⨍ɑׁׅ֮ᝯׁꫀׁׅܻ ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ ᧁׁꪱׁׅ᥎꫶ׁׅꪱׁׅꪀׁׅᧁׁ ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅυׁׅ ꫀׁׅܻꪀׁׅꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅᧁׁᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ꪱׁׅ' ꩇׁׅ݊ ժׁׅ݊ꭈׁׅɑׁׅ֮ᨰׁׅꪀׁׅ tׁׅᨵׁׅ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ᝯׁᨵׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ᨵׁׅυׁׅꭈׁׅ, ꪱׁׅ ɑׁׅ֮ᥣׁׅ֪ᨰׁׅɑׁׅ֮ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮꯱ׁׅ֒ ꯱ׁׅ֒ɑׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅժׁׅ݊ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅ ꪱׁׅ ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅƙׁׅ֑ꫀׁׅܻժׁׅ݊ ɑׁׅ֮ᥣׁׅ֪ᥣׁׅ֪ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ᝯׁᨵׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ᨵׁׅꭈׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒, ϐׁׅ֒υׁׅtׁׅ ꪱׁׅ ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅꫀׁׅܻժׁׅ݊ ꪱׁׅ ℘ɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅtׁׅꪱׁׅᝯׁυׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ժׁׅ݊ᨵׁׅꪀׁׅ'tׁׅ hׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮᥎꫶ׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ɑׁׅ֮ ⨍ꫀׁׅܻꫀׁׅܻᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅᧁׁ tׁׅᨵׁׅᨰׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅժׁׅ݊꯱ׁׅ֒ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ᝯׁᨵׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ᨵׁׅꭈׁׅ ꪱׁׅ ժׁׅ݊ᨵׁׅꪀׁׅ'tׁׅ hׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ꪱׁׅtׁׅ, ϐׁׅ֒υׁׅtׁׅ ꪱׁׅ ժׁׅ݊ᨵׁׅꪀׁׅ'tׁׅ ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅƙׁׅ֑ꫀׁׅܻ ꪱׁׅtׁׅ ꫀׁׅܻꪱׁׅtׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅ ⨍ꭈׁׅᨵׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ᨰׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ ℘ɑׁׅ֮ᥣׁׅ֪ᥣׁׅ֪ꫀׁׅܻtׁׅ ᨵׁׅ⨍ ᝯׁᨵׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ᨵׁׅꭈׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ꪱׁׅ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅƙׁׅ֑ ᨵׁׅꭈׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅᧁׁꫀׁׅܻ ꪱׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ᨰׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ꯱ׁׅ֒tׁׅ ꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻժׁׅ݊ ᝯׁɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅ ϐׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻ ᥎꫶ׁׅꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ᥎꫶ׁׅꪱׁׅᨵׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ꫀׁׅܻꪀׁׅtׁׅ ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ ϐׁׅ֒υׁׅꭈׁׅꪀׁׅ ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅυׁׅ ᝯׁᨵׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊℘ᥣׁׅ֪ꫀׁׅܻtׁׅꫀׁׅܻᥣׁׅ֪ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮, ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻᥣׁׅ֪ᥣׁׅ֪ᨵׁׅᨰׁׅ ꪱׁׅtׁׅ'꯱ׁׅ֒ ᥎꫶ׁׅꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ᝯׁɑׁׅ֮ᥣׁׅ֪ ꩇׁׅ݊ ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ յׁׅᨵׁׅᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮⨍υׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ ⨍ᨵׁׅꭈׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ tׁׅɑׁׅ֮꯱ׁׅ֒tׁׅꫀׁׅܻ꯱ׁׅ֒ ϐׁׅ֒υׁׅtׁׅ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ᝯׁᨵׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ᨵׁׅꭈׁׅ, tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ꯱ׁׅ֒υׁׅꪀׁׅ'꯱ׁׅ֒ ᨵׁׅꪀׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ꪱׁׅtׁׅ ϐׁׅ֒ꭈׁׅꪱׁׅꪀׁׅᧁׁ꯱ׁׅ֒ ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ ℘ꫀׁׅܻɑׁׅ֮ᝯׁꫀׁׅܻ ϐׁׅ֒υׁׅtׁׅ ɑׁׅ֮ᥣׁׅ֪꯱ׁׅ֒ᨵׁׅ ꪱׁׅ ժׁׅ݊ᨵׁׅꪀׁׅ'tׁׅ ᨰׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅꪀׁׅɑׁׅ֮ ꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻꫀׁׅܻ ꪱׁׅtׁׅ ᨵׁׅ⨍tׁׅꫀׁׅܻꪀׁׅꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ ⨍ꪱׁׅꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ᨰׁׅhׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅ ꯱ׁׅ֒ɑׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅժׁׅ݊ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅ ℘υׁׅꭈׁׅꪱׁׅ⨍ꪱׁׅꫀׁׅܻ꯱ׁׅ֒ ꫀׁׅܻ᥎꫶ׁׅꪱׁׅᥣׁׅ֪, hׁׅ֮υׁׅꭈׁׅtׁׅꪱׁׅꪀׁׅᧁׁ "ᨰׁׅꪱׁׅtׁׅᝯׁhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ꯱ׁׅ֒" ᨰׁׅꪱׁׅtׁׅhׁׅ֮ ꪱׁׅtׁׅ. ꩇׁׅ݊ᨵׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒tׁׅ ᨵׁׅ⨍ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻꪀׁׅ ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅƙׁׅ֑ꫀׁׅܻ ᝯׁᨵׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ժׁׅ݊ ꯱ׁׅ֒hׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮ժׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ꯱ׁׅ֒, ꪱׁׅ ᧁׁυׁׅꫀׁׅܻ꯱ׁׅ֒꯱ׁׅ֒ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅ ϐׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻᝯׁɑׁׅ֮υׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ժׁׅ݊ᨵׁׅꪀׁׅ'tׁׅ ꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻꫀׁׅܻ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ꩇׁׅ݊ ꫀׁׅܻ᥊ׁׅɑׁׅ֮ᝯׁtׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅƙׁׅ֑ꫀׁׅܻ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻ, tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ tׁׅꫀׁׅܻꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ tׁׅᨵׁׅ ϐׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻ ժׁׅ݊ꭈׁׅɑׁׅ֮ᨰׁׅꪀׁׅ tׁׅᨵׁׅᨰׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅժׁׅ݊꯱ׁׅ֒ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ᨵׁׅ℘℘ᨵׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ꪱׁׅtׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ℘ɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅtׁׅ, tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ⨍ꫀׁׅܻ ꩇׁׅ݊ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅꪱׁׅꪀׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ᨵׁׅꪀׁׅꫀׁׅܻ, ϐׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻᝯׁɑׁׅ֮υׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻ ꩇׁׅ݊ᨵׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒tׁׅ ᨵׁׅ⨍ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ꩇׁׅ݊ hׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅꫀׁׅܻ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ꩇׁׅ݊꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻᥣׁׅ֪᥎꫶ׁׅꫀׁׅܻ꯱ׁׅ֒, hׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅꫀׁׅܻ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻꪱׁׅꭈׁׅ ⨍ꪱׁׅꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ϐׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻᝯׁɑׁׅ֮υׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻꫀׁׅܻ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅ ꪱׁׅtׁׅ ᨵׁׅꪀׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ϐׁׅ֒υׁׅꭈׁׅꪀׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒, ժׁׅ݊ᨵׁׅꪀׁׅ'tׁׅ ƙׁׅ֑ꪀׁׅᨵׁׅᨰׁׅ hׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅᨰׁׅ tׁׅᨵׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅɑׁׅ֮ᧁׁꫀׁׅܻ ꪱׁׅtׁׅ, tׁׅᨵׁׅ ϐׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻ յׁׅυׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒tׁׅ ᨰׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ ℘ᥣׁׅ֪ꫀׁׅܻɑׁׅ֮꯱ׁׅ֒ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅtׁׅ. ᨵׁׅhׁׅ֮, ϐׁׅ֒υׁׅtׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻꪀׁׅ ᨰׁׅhׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅ ꫀׁׅܻ ꩇׁׅ݊ϐׁׅ֒ꭈׁׅɑׁׅ֮ᝯׁꫀׁׅܻ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻꪱׁׅꭈׁׅ ᨰׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅꩇׁׅ݊tׁׅhׁׅ֮, tׁׅhׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅ'꯱ׁׅ֒ ꭈׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻ, ᥎꫶ׁׅꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ⨍ɑׁׅ֮꯱ׁׅ֒ᝯׁꪱׁׅꪀׁׅɑׁׅ֮tׁׅꪱׁׅꪀׁׅᧁׁ, ᝯׁᨵׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊℘ᥣׁׅ֪ꫀׁׅܻtׁׅꫀׁׅܻ, ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅ ℘ꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅ⨍ꫀׁׅܻᝯׁtׁׅ ꯱ׁׅ֒ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ꩇׁׅ݊ϐׁׅ֒ꪱׁׅᨵׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ꪱׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ᨰׁׅꪱׁׅtׁׅhׁׅ֮ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ꩇׁׅ݊꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻᥣׁׅ֪᥎꫶ׁׅꫀׁׅܻ꯱ׁׅ֒. ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ϐׁׅ֒ꭈׁׅυׁׅtׁׅɑׁׅ֮ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ꩇׁׅ݊, ꪱׁׅ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅƙׁׅ֑ ꪱׁׅ ᨰׁׅɑׁׅ֮꯱ׁׅ֒ ժׁׅ݊ꭈׁׅɑׁׅ֮ᨰׁׅꪀׁׅ tׁׅᨵׁׅ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅ tׁׅᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮℘ꫀׁׅܻ ᨵׁׅ⨍ ɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅᝯׁhׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅtׁׅꫀׁׅܻᝯׁtׁׅυׁׅꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ϐׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻᝯׁɑׁׅ֮υׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻ ᨵׁׅ⨍ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ꯱ׁׅ֒ꪱׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊℘ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅᝯׁꪱׁׅtׁׅᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ᨵׁׅ⨍ ꪱׁׅtׁׅ, ꪱׁׅtׁׅ ꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻꫀׁׅܻ ꩇׁׅ݊꯱ׁׅ֒ ᥎꫶ׁׅꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ᝯׁᨵׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ժׁׅ݊ ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ ꫀׁׅܻ ꩇׁׅ݊℘tׁׅᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ᨰׁׅꪱׁׅtׁׅhׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅυׁׅtׁׅ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅ ᨵׁׅꭈׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅᧁׁꫀׁׅܻ ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅᧁׁhׁׅ֮tׁׅ, յׁׅυׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒tׁׅ ɑׁׅ֮ ϐׁׅ֒ᥣׁׅ֪ᨵׁׅᝯׁƙׁׅ֑ ᨵׁׅ⨍ ꯱ׁׅ֒tׁׅᨵׁׅꪀׁׅꫀׁׅܻ, ɑׁׅ֮ ᥎꫶ׁׅꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅhׁׅ֮υׁׅꩇׁׅ݊ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅ ɑׁׅ֮℘℘ꫀׁׅܻɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅᝯׁꫀׁׅܻ, ϐׁׅ֒υׁׅtׁׅ ꯱ׁׅ֒ᨵׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻhׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅᨰׁׅ ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅ ᝯׁꪱׁׅꭈׁׅᝯׁυׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅ ⨍ᨵׁׅꭈׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅ ժׁׅ݊ꪱׁׅ⨍⨍υׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻժׁׅ݊ ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅᧁׁhׁׅ֮tׁׅ ꪱׁׅtׁׅ ϐׁׅ֒ꭈׁׅꪱׁׅꪀׁׅᧁׁ꯱ׁׅ֒ ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ ℘ꫀׁׅܻɑׁׅ֮ᝯׁꫀׁׅܻ, յׁׅυׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒tׁׅ ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅƙׁׅ֑ꫀׁׅܻ ɑׁׅ֮ ꯱ׁׅ֒ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅᝯׁtׁׅυׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮, ɑׁׅ֮ ℘ᥣׁׅ֪ɑׁׅ֮ᝯׁꫀׁׅܻ ժׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻtׁׅɑׁׅ֮ᝯׁhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻժׁׅ݊ ⨍ꭈׁׅᨵׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ᨰׁׅᨵׁׅꭈׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ժׁׅ݊, ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅƙׁׅ֑ꫀׁׅܻ ꪱׁׅ υׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻժׁׅ݊ tׁׅᨵׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ɑׁׅ֮ƙׁׅ֑ꫀׁׅܻ ϐׁׅ֒ᥣׁׅ֪ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅƙׁׅ֑ꫀׁׅܻtׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ ℘ꪱׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ᥣׁׅ֪ᨵׁׅᨰׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ⨍ᨵׁׅꭈׁׅtׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ յׁׅυׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒tׁׅ tׁׅᨵׁׅ hׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅժׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ ⨍ᨵׁׅꭈׁׅ ɑׁׅ֮ ꩇׁׅ݊ᨵׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻꪀׁׅtׁׅ ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ ꫀׁׅܻꪀׁׅյׁׅᨵׁׅᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ꩇׁׅ݊ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻᥣׁׅ֪⨍. ϐׁׅ֒ꭈׁׅυׁׅtׁׅɑׁׅ֮ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ꩇׁׅ݊, ꪱׁׅ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅƙׁׅ֑ ꪱׁׅtׁׅ'꯱ׁׅ֒ ɑׁׅ֮ ᥎꫶ׁׅꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ꯱ׁׅ֒υׁׅꪱׁׅtׁׅɑׁׅ֮ϐׁׅ֒ᥣׁׅ֪ꫀׁׅܻ ꪀׁׅɑׁׅ֮ ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ ⨍ᨵׁׅꭈׁׅ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ᝯׁᨵׁׅꪀׁׅᝯׁꫀׁׅܻ℘tׁׅ, ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ℘ꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅ⨍ꫀׁׅܻᝯׁtׁׅ ᝯׁᨵׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ϐׁׅ֒ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅɑׁׅ֮tׁׅꪱׁׅᨵׁׅꪀׁׅ ϐׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻtׁׅᨰׁׅꫀׁׅܻꫀׁׅܻꪀׁׅ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ɑׁׅ֮tׁׅ ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅᧁׁhׁׅ֮tׁׅ ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ ꭈׁׅᨵׁׅυׁׅꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ꪀׁׅꫀׁׅܻ꯱ׁׅ֒꯱ׁׅ֒, ꪱׁׅtׁׅ ꯱ׁׅ֒ᨵׁׅ⨍tׁׅꫀׁׅܻꪀׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ꪱׁׅtׁׅ, ꩇׁׅ݊ɑׁׅ֮ƙׁׅ֑ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅᧁׁ ꪱׁׅtׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ᨵׁׅꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ꩇׁׅ݊ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅɑׁׅ֮ᧁׁꫀׁׅܻɑׁׅ֮ϐׁׅ֒ᥣׁׅ֪ꫀׁׅܻ ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ ꩇׁׅ݊ᨵׁׅꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻ hׁׅ֮υׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅ. ꪱׁׅtׁׅ ᨰׁׅɑׁׅ֮꯱ׁׅ֒ ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅƙׁׅ֑ꫀׁׅܻ ꪱׁׅ ꯱ׁׅ֒ɑׁׅ֮ᨰׁׅ ɑׁׅ֮ᥣׁׅ֪ᥣׁׅ֪ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻ hׁׅ֮υׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅꪱׁׅtׁׅᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻ, ϐׁׅ֒ꭈׁׅυׁׅtׁׅɑׁׅ֮ᥣׁׅ֪, ϐׁׅ֒υׁׅtׁׅ ᨰׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ ɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ ɑׁׅ֮ᥣׁׅ֪꯱ׁׅ֒ᨵׁׅ ꯱ׁׅ֒ᨮ꫶ׁׅ֮ ꩇׁׅ݊ ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻtׁׅꭈׁׅꪱׁׅᝯׁ ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅƙׁׅ֑ꫀׁׅܻ ɑׁׅ֮ ᝯׁꪱׁׅꭈׁׅᝯׁᥣׁׅ֪ꫀׁׅܻ ⨍ᨵׁׅꭈׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊, ɑׁׅ֮ᥣׁׅ֪ᥣׁׅ֪ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅᧁׁ꯱ׁׅ֒ ᝯׁᨵׁׅꩇׁׅ݊ϐׁׅ֒ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅꫀׁׅܻժׁׅ݊ ꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻ꯱ׁׅ֒υׁׅᥣׁׅ֪tׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ ɑׁׅ֮ ꩇׁׅ݊ɑׁׅ֮꯱ׁׅ֒tׁׅꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅ℘ꪱׁׅꫀׁׅܻᝯׁꫀׁׅܻ.

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓻𝓮𝓭, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘'𝓶 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓮, 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷. 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓪 𝔀𝓮𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾''𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷'𝓽 𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓽, 𝓘 𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓸, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓻, 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽. 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂, 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝔀𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓼. 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 "𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮" 𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 "𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼". 𝓘 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓖𝓸𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓾𝓼, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓘 𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮. 𝓿𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓿𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝔂𝓮𝔃 𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓻é𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓾 𝓬œ𝓾𝓻 𝓭𝓮 𝓵𝓪 𝓷𝓾𝓲𝓽 𝓙'𝓪𝓲 𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻é 𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓮𝓾𝔁 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮 𝓵𝓪 𝓻𝓸𝓼é𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓾𝓷 𝓭𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷 𝓘 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻.

𝔹𝕣𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕧𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕒, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥. 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝔾𝕠𝕕 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕, 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕟, 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝔾𝕠𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕦𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 "𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕤", 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕫𝕖, 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕠, 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕦𝕤, 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕒 "𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕕" 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕦𝕤, 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕒 𝕟𝕖𝕨 "𝕤𝕦𝕟" 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕖, 𝕓𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕪 𝕥𝕠𝕠, 𝕨𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕠 "𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘", 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖𝕤, 𝔹𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕪 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝟜 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕤, 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕒 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝, 𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖. 𝕊𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟? 𝔸𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕟𝕠, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. 𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕒 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕤𝕦𝕟, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕖. 𝕆𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕟, 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕩𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖, 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 "𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥" 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕤𝕥. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖, 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕪. "𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔾𝕠𝕕 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕙. ℕ𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕪, 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝔾𝕠𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝔾𝕠𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕, “𝕃𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥,” 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥. 𝔾𝕠𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤. 𝔾𝕠𝕕 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 “𝕕𝕒𝕪,” 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 “𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥.” 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘—𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪." 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕦𝕤, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕤, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖? 𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖...

My father give me the world he knew, mom too, it was broken and ugly one more than another, my mother tried fix it for me and father give it to me whole, each one sitting heavy on my hands. The world that they see was reproduced and passing through me, dirtying my childhood and eating my soul painfully slowly, roting me too. I tried to see this merged universe in pink trough people, thinking they where the same as me. My parents world was pink for a moment, but still roting. Until that rosy veil thinned and my eyes through other people blinded slowly. Finally reality hited me hard like a cold rain in the hot summer days , then I waked up from my pink coated nightmare. Suddenly I was in my rose garden visualize comprehensibly the poisonous flowers that once I thought they were beautiful, I tried cutting them off but they kept regrowing, so I finally understand that I have to pull them out from they roots even tho my soil was bleeding and it hurted like hell.  Still remained one gorgeous flower growing at a slow pace giving me hope. I named my beautiful flower after the sentiment I've felt for you. But this flower kinda reminds me of other ones that I pulled out. I tried again to cut it off, but it was coming back and my garden hoped that too... I adored so much that flower, neglected my roses until one by one withered. Again I woke up and knew already what to do to save my garden, so I pulled it out, it bleded more than before that I thought  I'll die from pain, but slowly that hole shrunk, but even today is still ,a hole. My garden is half empty filled with holes and my roses are lonely, crying. With time my flowers started enjoying each others company, ignoring the holes in the ground, but sometimes I can still hear their cries at night when the moonshine light up their petals and I can see clearly the dew bleeding from inside. I still dream that one day I'll find my skillful gardener to share my ground in life and after , to merged into a new beautiful rose garden and then to give it to you ,my child, to multiplicate infinitely turning it into Eden. That will be my present to the world who gaved me nothing, except for the magnificent present that you'll call it "daddy". When that day will come I know that my holes refiled, my ground will stop bleeding, and I'll finally healing from the world who infected me, given from my parents. P.S. this is for my first lover, to my beautiful but poisonous flower, who I thought we shared the same garden, but we don't, we are gonna always be bounded through our the same angel, carring his name. To my future "gardener" and our legacy, the fruit of our love , I hope God will light up the path to me soon, my missing other half. And finally to "my garden", may your roses live forever without the "dew" in their "petals"

𝓣𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓷', 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱? 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 "𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮" 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓷', 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼? 𝓣𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓭𝓸, 𝓘 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾... 𝓣𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓷', 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓸 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝔂𝓬𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼? 𝓣𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓷', 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 "𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾" 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓣𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓷', 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 "𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮"? 𝓘 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓾𝓼 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭. 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻.

𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻, 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓿𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼, 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓖𝓸𝓭 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓼, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓯 𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓸 𝓬𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓖𝓸𝓭 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓾𝓼. 𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓶𝓮.