A Prince in the Old Land
Once upon a time, there were two princes. One was the white prince, and the other was the black prince (though this did not imply any sort of evil intent). After long years of loneliness, the white prince found his love fostered in the arms of a beautiful young princess who expressed, quite fluently, a reciprocation of his own feelings. All of the
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Man, I was so bored.
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The clouds will part and the sky crack open,
and God himself will reach his fucking arm through.
Just to push you down.
Just to hold you down.
Stuck in this hole with the shit and the piss,
and it's hard to believe it could come down to this.
Back at the beginning.
Sinking, spinning.
Man, I love that part.
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Oh, I have hope for some things, and I still have a bit of hope even for this subject. I find it hard to let go of all hope because I'm afraid that I'll become so constantly-depressed son-of-a-bitch that no one wants around. I don't want to be that way, anyways. Not everything is hopeless, though. Everything's just uncertain, which could easily be mistaken for hopeless. Something good will come sooner or later, and you may not even recognize it when it does becase there are so many possibilities for it to materialize itself in. I'm going to stop there before I get into poeticism. <3
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