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The Crown of The Unwilling

My crown is one forged of blood.

Blood of innocents, criminals, lives that could not be saved, It is blood all the same.

However,

This crown forged of blood, Was not forged by me.

Rather it was forged, Then forced upon me.I

could not stop it.

They said

"You alone are worthy of this honor, Now you must earn it."

I thought it was to help, That I would be given a title to live up to. Something like a hero.

I was wrong.

They sent me to kill.

To destroy.

They told me

"These people whom you must end, Are terrible, Horrible, Monsters that would kill us all if left unchecked."

And like a fool, I believed them.

They told me I was a savior, Stopping the world's end!

They told me,

"This is your reward"

As they drained me of myself, My humanity.

My innocence.

When I next awoke, A crown lay on my head.

I was propped on a throne, Unable to move, Unable to speak, Unable to do anything at all.

Like a statue.

I was trapped there, Until she came along.

She did not need to hear my voice or words, To know I was unwilling upon this throne.

She saved me, She ripped the crown from my head, And cradled my limp body in her arms.

She told me

"You'll be alright, I promise it.

You won't die in such suffering, You will not die here."

And I stared at her, Tears rolling down my cheeks.

I was free.

I hope she does not blame herself.

I hope she doesn't mourn.

She could not look at me, She just hugged me, As tight as she could.

I took my final breath,

And the quietest,

"Thank you"

Brokenly echoed in the hall.

She gave me my freedom.

Now,I just hope she lets me go.

Me: you say romance isn't dead

Me: *cocks gun*

Me: lemme fix that for ya.

my biggest achievement is being rickrolled by the country of france

Edit: twice

its shedding season

You all know what that means

It's time to get out the loom.

Hopefully this year my skin actually fits

thinking

ive been thinking a lot lately.

Am I the reason someone is sad?

What happens after you die?

Does anyone look up to me?

Does somebody use me as a bad example for their kids?

I'm I the hero in somebody's story? Am I the villain?

What would the world be like if I didn't exist?

...

Anyways let's move on.

Ive also been thinking

Death is like rain.

You never think about it until you experience it.

The first time you are made aware of it (be it in a movie, a book, a show or real life) you can't stop thinking about it.

It creeps up on you.

You catch yourself thinking

Is it gonna rain today? (Is someone going to die)

Am I gonna get caught in it? (Am I going to die)

Is my friend going to get caught in the rain? (Is my friend going to die)

Is it going to sprinkle or pour? (Will it be painful or painless?)

And we may be able to move on after it happens, and go about our life, but it's always there.

Looming in the background.

And it will remind you of the fact.

You wish it wouldn't happen again, but you know it will.

At least the rainbows pretty. (At least they are at peace now.)

i cannot believe this.

I was wearing my cloak out today and someone called it a cat.

IT IS CLEARLY A BAT! IT HAS BAT WINGS AN EVERYTHING!

I am offended.

I should probably pin on the nose

gnome sighing

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Fire doesn't discriminate.

You will burn too.