This sounds cliche, but let's begin.
Once upon a time, there was a prince. That prince was you. You were the typical hero of the story, but this time, you were more of a antihero.
One day, you were fighting not for me, but against me. I knew that you were trying to love me, but it seemed like you didn't take me seriously enough. With my absence, other girls casted spells on you, sing alluring songs to you, and everything to get you. They just wanted to get you as they chanted:
"Prince, please save us from this life
That we may be your lovely wives.
Majesty, the princess is dead.
Please listen to our songs, our pleas."
A day had passed, and you were struggling with your sexual identity. I thought that the men here were straight, but soon I realized that they were lusting after you. I knew you didn't want this to happen deep inside your heart, but you couldn't stop them. They just wanted to chase you as they wailed:
"Prince, please hold our hands
That we may not be buried under the sands.
Highest, the princess is dead for life.
Please listen to us, your future wives."
Two days had passed, and you were depressed and thought of killing yourself. You thought that you were the lowliest of the lowest, even though you virtually had everything. You ignored me like as though as I was already dead. For many nights, you tried to stab yourself, hang yourself, and drink poison you bought from apothecaries. You just wanted to end your life as you cried:
"You, please end your life
That you may not be dealing with life.
Now that your love is gone forever,
Please don't listen to your lover."
But I will tell you, my dear prince. You will not believe me, but I'm alive. I can sense your distress, and you need help. You must know that I can't fully emphatize with your pain, but I will do my best to console you. I just wanted you to not only survive, but also thrive as I whisper in the air:
"My dear, please stop crying
Because I'm not dead, but living.
Now that you were plundered by this world,
Please listen to my words."
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It Might Be You
Cerita Pendek"This is me. This is my story. This is my life," said I. "But how about me?" you asked. "This story may be about you," I replied. - One Shots of Various Topics and Genres -
