𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏,
𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏,
𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏,
𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒊 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏.
𝑰 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎,
𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎
𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 -𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒎,
𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒊 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏.
𝑳𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕,
𝑨𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔,𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔
𝒀𝒆𝒔,𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕,
𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘,𝒊'𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒕𝒔,
𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒊 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕,𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕,
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆,
𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊'𝒎 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊 𝒂𝒎,
𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚...
𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏,
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆.
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This poem is actually not complete...😪I was on the verge of tears trying to complete this
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