i am two in one body;
one lives with fear that she will always be a failure
and one suffers with it

i've always been ashamed of my sharp and poisonous thorns, and yet you hold me as if i'm a delicate flower that should be taken care of. i’m scared i might make you feel sick, and you’ll die from the love that i don’t even know how to give.

she's not just like any other queen. her kingdom is built in a place you've never heard of, but as soon as you see her, you know it is thriving under the silence of her loud strides, and the grace of her gestures, courtesy at its finest, mirrors the realm of her own world. only the deserving can step on her land; one should work hard for it.