ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʟʟᴇɴ ᴩʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ
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Have you ever thought of running away? If you did, are you sure on what to do? How to survive? How to live even if aching after pain in and outside?
For me, living my life is like a piece of unkown rhythm, I shaped my back as I take my flight upon the endless harmony called fate, keeps playing with the roller coeater ride of pain and then resting in the room called agony. Until I decided, to run. For me, a so called maiden almost wearing a crown when her Prince was named King, but too bad, I am not his Princess. He choose someone else. And me, once a crown princess was now crawling in the dirt, free to live and survive, but wanted by many to die.
Thorns like threats, gushing like slumbers of light. But I wanted to live, even if I'm fallen in my feet I'll survive. Even if my limbs will be cut one by one, even if my throat will loose a grip of its voice, I'll survive. I maybe a fallen crown princess, but this hella kingdom won't be enough to ask my death for I did nothing wrong.
"A Queen, doesn't need a King to rule, you know what she need? Honesty and Honor"… and I'll carry that honor, until I die.
𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐇𝐘𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐕𝐘 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐃
ꜰᴀʟʟᴇɴ ᴩʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴜᴅɢᴇɴꜱ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ