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king

how can you call yourself a king when you're not even living in a monarchy? how can you call yourself a king when you treat everyone like they're peasants? how can you call yourself a king when your heart is made out of fool's gold? and how can you call yourself a king when you don't even know what it takes to be one?
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Written by
puhham
18 / M / chicago
Published
Feb 7, 2018
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12·64
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a.k.a. fuckboys that think they're the shit and call themselves kings because of their overly sensitive lookin asses.

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#monarchy#government#royalty#arrogance#assholes#morals#narcissist#society
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