Queen

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Someone once told me that my peace is a castle and the thoughts I have are the invaders I can't let breach the walls.

They told me to "shut the gates", but how can I shut the gates when I want so badly to welcome the invaders.

I want them to cross the drawbridge, to sit down at my glorious dining room table, and to feast not just with me, but on me, tearing up my skin with their forks and knives.

I have cannons that could make them go away, but I don't want to light the fuse. I know I should, and it's simple, just flick on the lighter and put it close, but I can't seem to want to do it.

I just want to live in the castle without having to simultaneously be the knights, the moat, and the dragon.

It's too much for one person.
It's too much for me.

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