𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔.. 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠.. 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛..𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚..
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑙..𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑠𝑘𝑦.. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑦..
𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛..
𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒.. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑..
𝐿𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓, 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓..𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑦𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑠 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘..𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑..
.. ..𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒..
...𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡, 𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘..
𝑇𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠..
...𝑇ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠..
𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢.. 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒..


" 𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑡..𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔.."
(Margaret Lee Runbeck).


𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦.. .
..𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒.

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