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Dec 2020
A sense of hope beginning to rise,
Just as quickly as the doubts that run through her mind.
Lost and frail,
Looking for a sense of peace that was once kept.
You are the King.
And as such,
A King always needs his jester.
A fool.
So she played the fool.
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Written by
Delyla Nunez  26/F/Nowhere
(26/F/Nowhere)   
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     lex, Victoria garnsey and Harley Hucof
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