i am a bloodied crown
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i am broken.
i have problems.
i am torn.
i am alone.
I love too fiercely to have none of it returned, I protect and love so few, I lead those around me without even knowing where I'm going, and my heart is so callused that even though I feel everything, I protect myself from it by being cruel and sarcastic and hurtful to even those that I love and protect. So really, they need protection from me. I am a danger to everyone I love. I am the lone queen sitting on her throne watching those she loves quiver and fall at her feet, showing allegiance, but not the love she so desperately craves. I am the epitome of a royal pain, and I am a bloodied crown that spills with the blood of my aching heart mixed with the blood of those I have broken: the downcast at the base of my castle of pain, regret, and solitude.
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