Must you think so highly of thyself? can’t resist the joy and power of holding on to your lives, like a puppeteer with no strings, I cut my ties to become free yet the same cycle begins, now I was queen, Queen of hearts? death itself? life? what is it?, all I want is power, the power to make everyone kneel before me, beneath my throne I see them beg for my mercy, I shall show no pity in order to protect this seat of power even if it means to use all of my minions.
I set aside all my fears and create my own tragic tale, let me tell you my story when I once ruled my own kingdom!
~nothing serious here, I was just really bored again. whatever you just read,it is probably useless. Ja-ne