Chapter 6 of 9

𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒂

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𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒚

𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒋𝒐𝒚

𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅

𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅

𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆

𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒏𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒏

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕

𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕

𝒊'𝒎 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊'𝒎 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓

𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓

𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏

𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏

𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎

𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎

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