Sat on the ruins of my own throne
king of a castle that broke itself
the walls and shelves covered in the skin I’d shed
always in the process of being returned
since the age of 27 so I’ve heard
this life
it’s terminal
Sat on the ruins of my own throne
king of a castle that broke itself
the walls and shelves covered in the skin I’d shed
always in the process of being returned
since the age of 27 so I’ve heard
this life
it’s terminal
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