Do you feel something?
Something in the air?
It's everywhere
Here
There
EVERYWHERE.
Do you dare?
Dare to go against the royal heir?
The golden shimmering crown is sitting on the chair.
Somewhere in this broken down fair, you lay with your hair spread everywhere.
You must declare, that above all, its never fair.
And with they're piercing glares and long stares they will tear you apart.
They will not spare you, no matter how much you scream. Your voice will be lost in the sea of nightmares.
So say goodbye to your heir, your bags are over there. And have fun suffering in your own despair.
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My Crown Of Shame
RandomMy book for my thoughts. No judgment, I will use this to rant my problems when I feel alone. Also will be used for new book ideas, song ideas, and other stuffs.
