and so, strangely in the night his royal highness feel an sudden outburst of negativity… afraid; terrified; frighten; fearly and doubtful. it came like a blast, from nowhere…

and at the strike of around midnight, as though a miracle happen, something nice bestow on him. all the good, greatness, postivitity came back to ‘haunt’ him. yes… the choice of word is ‘haunt’. weird? perhaps…

well, afterall, his royal highness’s weird? he would very much prefered to be term as unique, one of a kind, ozzling with an aura that sets him apart from the norm in a good way.

okay… time to sleep.. (what a way to end..)

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