๐ฐ๐๐ด ย ๐๐พ๐ ย ๐ฐ ย ๐๐พ๐ป๐ณ๐ธ๐ด๐, ย ย ๐ฐ ย ๐ฟ๐พ๐ด๐ ย ๐พ๐ ย ๐ฐ ย ๐บ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ถ?
THE KING ย "There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy" ย ย Duty. Strength. Resignation. You were told to do things and you did them. The world is something that was put into your hands and that you must deal with - so you will. You have a rigid back and steady hands, either metaphorically or physically. Is it nature or nurture ? You don't know. You are tired of being steady. You dream of feeling alive. Not that you aren't, but, sometimes, it's hard to remember that there is a heart between your ribs. Your love is where you breathe. Come on, breathe. In. Out. It starts now.
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