Royale
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It was December 1st 2014
My heart was pounding my skin was crawling
Your daddy was crying
Your nani was smiling
Your auntie lauhhing
The doctor storming
The words "push his crowing"
It was December 1st 2014
My heart was pounding my skin was crawling
Your daddy was crying
Your nani was smiling
Your auntie was laughing
The doctor storming
The words "push his crowing"
You're stubborn.
No, I'm determined.
You're cynical.
No, I'm cautious
You're a sore loser.
No I'm competitive.
I can go all day with this
History is the past reflecting to the present, past memories recorded.Sometimes it’s regarded as credible and other occasions, farfetched ideas made up distorting it; the Truth.
Oh dear precious,
How precious you are and beauty that consists within thee.
Just like a stamp, pressed hard to a piece of paper, leaving the marks identical mirror image, such as you, a mirror image of me.
