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Dec 2017
"He doesn't want to be called king
Because he believes that he isn't.
He used to be on war,
Liquor are not his thing rather
Sword and armor are what he always bring.

He isn't the light of salvation,
But he is more like a realization;
That we don't need those knights,
We must be brave enough
To face scratches and wounds
That he believes is a sign of strength.

Annihilate, yet he condemned war.

He is more like a hero,
Helping and healing innocent people
That has a blood of the rivals.

He fight but he valued life.

My war is for the fame and fortune
While his was for peace between life and death.
He will be praised by his bravery
While I will be nothing but an ordinary."

"You isn't much fit for being a fisher, mister." A boy said.

"But the hero doesn't come back to the kingdom. He is right infront of you. Forsooth, defeated."
felicity
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felicity  21/F/at the book hinges
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