When the game is over, the king and the pawn go into the same box.

everyone is frowning…

here, there everwhere, everyone. still, some pretend to smile…. some don’t.

this is why, this is true, at least to an extend:

we look, act, and talk like our old selves, but we’ve been damaged, each and every one of us. we’re scarred inside. like rosebuds with canker-worms at their hearts. we look the same, but even if we live, we’ll never blossom. and there is nothing that will change that. nothing at all.

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royally real sore bum。。。hoplessly highness high day with SBS。。。


his highness just yawns…