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I sit still.

Heaven was still white
in the stormy life my family knew  
They a, vibrant hue of green.  
unsettling still for what tragedy befell  
ill and sickly feel of passion grew  
but I sit still,  
washed over me the color blue.  
I found scorching hot red
sparks flew  
nontoxic as I swallowed whole  
seeping through my pores  
the beautiful plume to the royal hold  
a queen in an sandcastle...  
 
the pressure to perform  
must have been exhausting  
I'm sorry  
all those cracks in your stories, lies  
and weight on your shoulders  
harden your stance  
but you cranked back while passing  
throwing stones at my glass mansion  
out of spite and unfortunate circumstances  
who knew you'd be the one  
who lifted me up until jealously bloomed  
but I sit still  
washed over me the color blue
Lothbrok
Written by Lothbrok (Jadie Angelik)
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