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A large loaf of bread sits off to the side, with three iron cups that I really hope are filled with wine. I could really use some damn wine.
“We’re all captives of something, even things we don’t want to admit to.”
“I hope you burn so bright that you scorch your Golden King down to ash.”
Did I think he was beautiful before? I take it all back. He’s an ugly bastard.
“Sometimes,” he murmurs, “things need first to be ruined in order to then be remade.”
“If you tried, you could shine brighter than the fucking sun. Instead, you’ve chosen to sit back and wither.”
I’ve been bending over backwards for so long that I forgot I even had a spine.
