Empty Throne
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Last published Tue, May 28, 2019
"Happiness is a decision. It depends on your mind and your thoughts. The decision maker is king. But all that is present in your mind are haunting thoughts, no ruler, no king and no happiness."
He was right. He was right.
"Stop cowering because of those thoughts and unrealistic illusions, break the surface and find your crown." He slowly rose his calloused hand and with the feathery touch, it wiped away the tears that ran down the mountains of my cheek.
And that was all it took for me to flood the whole room with my tears.
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Do you know that situation when everyone tries to fix you but you don't want them to? So the only choice you have for them was either to leave you alone or try harder. But usually it ends up to be leaving you in isolation.
Well, that was the situation Allison Kensington was in. The two men who loves her dearly never stop cracking the shell but what happens when they do? What would happen?
Insanity.
She knew she would go insane.
No, she knows she's going insane.
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