A Crown I Cannot Bear

A Crown I Cannot Bear

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Twisted Wonderland
It almost makes me laugh, thinking back to how simple my life was when I first arrived in this world. I thought I could bend fate to it's knees with the knowledge I held. Yet nothing went according to plan: Fate's ire was truly something I could not handle. I missed the days back when they were characters and I couldn't care less of who I was, forcing myself to fit into a puzzle that I was never meant to be apart of. I sheared off the parts that didn't fit until I could do nothing but fall apart at my seams. Truly, I can't decide if fighting on a battlefield every waking moment is more a hell than the days I'd force my emotions down so I could be 'Arthur'. But what other choice do I have? So for now, I'll get up again. And again. And again. And maybe one day I'll be able to rest. Thank you to everyone who has helped out during this project and in the future of it. big shout out to TMKnight and his work Discordant note for inspiration and all his help. besides him thank you to Void_djinn, Regispriest, blank(idk how to do the thing), shinsoo, j_. and alphayorkura for helping me and giving feedback along the way
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