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Climbed down from the pedestal, Because I realized nobody wants to be up here- Worked so hard for it.... But then again nobody knows what they sign up for. My white gown is stained- How could anyone do such a thing? I guess nobody remembers the values of accusation Because nobody was charged... Sitting on the ground- Warm like the memories I instill in this town; I'll eat the fruits to remember what it all tasted like. A taste of my own medicine. It's kind of ironic how one thing can be taken for another Maybe the pedestal after all was a pit of thorns.. Luckily I didn't stay long enough to get cut.. At the same time, the ground here is giving me a bruise! I'll have to tell someone that one day.
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Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC
Afterthoughts of the Queen Herself
Climbed down from the pedestal, Because I realized nobody wants to be up here- Worked so hard for it.... But then again nobody knows what they sign up for. My white gown is stained- How could anyone do such a thing? I guess nobody remembers the values of accusation Because nobody was charged... Sitting on the ground- Warm like the memories I instill in this town; I'll eat the fruits to remember what it all tasted like. A taste of my own medicine. It's kind of ironic how one thing can be taken for another Maybe the pedestal after all was a pit of thorns.. Luckily I didn't stay long enough to get cut.. At the same time, the ground here is giving me a bruise! I'll have to tell someone that one day.
Maybe being at the top isn't always the best view for the mind.. Maybe being grounded is what we all need.
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Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC
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