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Long ago in the Underground Realm...
...where there are no lies or no pain, there lived a Princess who dreamt of the human world.
She dreamt of blue skies, the soft breeze and sunshine...
One day, eluding her keepers, the Princess escaped. Once outside, the brightness blinded her and erased her memory...
She forgot who she was and where she came from. Her body suffered cold, sickness and pain. Eventually, she died.
Her father, the King always knew that the Princess would return, perhaps in another body, in another place, at another time.
And he would wait for her, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning...
One day, eluding her keepers, the Princess escaped. Once outside, the brightness blinded her and erased her memory...
She forgot who she was and where she came from. Her body suffered cold, sickness and pain. Eventually, she died.
Her father, the King always knew that the Princess would return, perhaps in another body, in another place, at another time.
And he would wait for her, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning...
1 comment:
''you put the duh in delusional''
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