so cross my heart…and hope to die….
that whimsical fantasy I saw…was a castle in the clouds, waiting for its queen.
i’m not ready. ..to take the throne.
so shatter my heart and hope to die…
just slash at my soul and imbibe it in, making me delicately in ruins.
i’ll just sit in the solitude and plot my revenge against you, darling.
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