royal
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Please can I
Just curl up and die?
Who would miss me?
Who would cry?
The pain, it hurts
Way more than it’s worth
But that’s a lie
So I’ll get up and try
I’ll try each day
Royal blue
Ribbon laced braids, swathed about her crown like graceful
Reeds sway about a peaceful lake. The beauty
Often mistaken for a fallen angelic force, though her personality proves
Outgoing,
I've lost my taste for life
The bitter flavors numbed my tongue
Through prolonged exposure
The stench of moral decay
Deadened my nose to any pleasurable scent
I can no longer make due with the sweetened illusion
sickly man walks so far
deadly man falls so fast
kingly man rises tall
guilty man hides so well
sickly woman covers up
deadly woman twists too far
queenly woman takes leaps and bounds
