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Jan 2016
Throughout history the eldest were held in high regard,
They claimed thrones,
Never had to fight,
It was their birth right.
I'm the eldest.
Yet there is no throne to claim,
No encouragement,
No love,
They changed the game,
Flipped the script,
Made me the pauper to the prince,
Never embraced my legacy,
They made it clear it was not for me to see,
I suppose I've always held some sort of bitter resentment,
They were seen as a blessing,
Whereas I was the curse manifesting in her womb,
A disgrace.
The one child out of place,
They saw me to be weak,
Meek,
Easy to defeat,
The first born with no claim,
Without a throne,
They never loved me.
I guess I was a mistake.
Written by
Harley Quinzel  London
(London)   
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   Bianca Reyes
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