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In the golden castle on the plains of a forgotten valley The princess dances in her ballroom full glass once again Her feet became accustomed to shards on the floors They don't bleed no more , the princess can dance freely on them . "Painless "she thinks I am forever painless now. I can finally dance with a smile on face and lose myself in the rhythm of the music" The words however haven't even left the darkest part of her mind yet When the royal court came barging, slamming doors while screaming in high pitched voices cause the loose shards to topple from the glass wall that encases her. Leaving cuts on her exposed skin as she sinks to her knees from pain crying her tears mixing with blood on the floor. The court, stares in disappointment at mess they caused but blame her. The more they scream the more glass topples down from the disruption to rythm that kept cemented in their wall. Bored by the spectacle in front them they walk away without even a apology nevermind an helping hand ,leaving the princess in a heap on the floor to mend her own cuts and bruises, the ones they caused.
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Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 12:21 PM UTC
Castle of broken glass part 2
In the golden castle on the plains of a forgotten valley The princess dances in her ballroom full glass once again Her feet became accustomed to shards on the floors They don't bleed no more , the princess can dance freely on them . "Painless "she thinks I am forever painless now. I can finally dance with a smile on face and lose myself in the rhythm of the music" The words however haven't even left the darkest part of her mind yet When the royal court came barging, slamming doors while screaming in high pitched voices cause the loose shards to topple from the glass wall that encases her. Leaving cuts on her exposed skin as she sinks to her knees from pain crying her tears mixing with blood on the floor. The court, stares in disappointment at mess they caused but blame her. The more they scream the more glass topples down from the disruption to rythm that kept cemented in their wall. Bored by the spectacle in front them they walk away without even a apology nevermind an helping hand ,leaving the princess in a heap on the floor to mend her own cuts and bruises, the ones they caused.
And the story continues
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20/Cisgender Female/Auckland
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 12:21 PM UTC
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