Feb 25, 2021
𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰 𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙴𝚁, 𝙰 𝙿𝙾𝙴𝚃 𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶?
THE KING "There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy" Duty. Strength. Resignation. You were told to do things and you did them. The world is something that was put into your hands and that you must deal with - so you will. You have a rigid back and steady hands, either metaphorically or physically. Is it nature or nurture ? You don't know. You are tired of being steady. You dream of feeling alive. Not that you aren't, but, sometimes, it's hard to remember that there is a heart between your ribs. Your love is where you breathe. Come on, breathe. In. Out. It starts now.
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