I step upon the lands, where English derived from,
Place of King Arthur, Cadbury, Tolkien, and Welsh Corgi dog.
I just rode to sense the Cornwall sea waves with foam,
I'm yearning to sense a view of colorful luck within a British fog.
At last! I see in real the medieval castles.
They're: Chaplin, Depeche, Floyd, and Hurts!
The very bridge is silvery London with birds!
I rush for noticing Big Ben at night in city hustles.
Buckmingham Palace & Middlesex at seven o'clock,
Red Telephone Booth is across a block.
Outside hotel, I finished my tea in the café,
And bought a fresh primaveral bouquet.
Now away I'll fly through the Heathrow, I see sky lines,
The take-off filled up with love, and I'm home, seeing moonshines.
I wish to tell every single little thing,
Capital of London is a marvelous scene!
I'm tired.
I did my best, no one acknowledged me. It seems to be hell wherever I go or do. I died and reincarnated. When can I stop acting? "END MY MISERY, please I beg of you."
"I'm tired...so tired."
TW: depressing thoughts, swearing, violence, murder
DISCLAIMER: I do not own "Who Made me a Princess. I do not own the pictures used in this unless I draw them myself.
Date Started: 6/8/2021
Date Finished: 2/1/22
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