He comforted when you would not.
He laughed at the jokes I'd make.
He understood when you could not.
He said my self is not the one I should hate.
He cared when you could not.
He said my happiness shouldn't have to wait.
He defended me when you would not.
He is kind.
He is loyal.
He is strong.
And he is royal.
My only friend.
The man I love.
The king of hell.
And I'm his dove.
(Tbh idk what this is either.)
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Excerpts to Books I'll Never Write
AcakThis is just a place where I'll be dumping my vent writing or pieces from stories that appear in my head that I, just like the title says, will never write. Feel free to read, this isn't private. I'm putting it here because I'm willing to share. But...
