𝕀 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕒 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟,
𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝, 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕒𝕪,
ℝ𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖,
𝔹𝕦𝕥, 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥,𝕀 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖..........
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟,
𝕐𝕖𝕥 𝕀 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟,
𝕌𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖, 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖,
𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕡𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕,
𝕀 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕡𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖,
ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕖,
ℍ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥,
𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕, 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕕,
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟,
𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟.......
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Non-Fictionρσємѕ αη∂ ρяσѕєѕ, 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂, 🆆🅷🅴🅽 🅸 🅰🅼 🆂🅸🅲🅺 🅾🅵 🅻🅸🅵🅴 𝓸𝓻 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓪 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻..............
