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And these days, you seem so sad
This world has turned you incredibly mad
Your veins were filled with stardust and gold
Doing whatever you pleased whilst so bright and bold

I know these people with their bitter hate
Cripples your soul in such a state
Exhausted and crushed it makes you fight
They slash your cape; your kryptonite

Don’t let this darkness dampen your fire
I know you want to collapse and lie in tire
To survive you must thicken your frail skin
I beg you, my little King, do not give in.

24/02/17 – 2:09pm

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