In this land of empty and broken promises, I am Princess. My carriages leads me down a long and dismale road. Where I stop to soak my aching heart in the Nile of Tears. Its cool pain washes over my tattered torn skin. When I think, Will I ever see you again? Rise my goblet of Blood Wine and I should give you a drink.
To think love is a lie. Unsure, and confused. Unimportant. This is why I know nothing. I just don't know, and at this point I'm not sure I want to.
I had two jobs, as I said before. However I left my new job at the Inn. It turns out that working 12 to 20 hours a day is just a little much for me.
~Skittles
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