Being a princess is now over..
jig-saw puzzle will forever be a puzzle..
Pictures doesn't always show the exact emotion..
Wind is to dissolve the perfect ambiance..
Smoke always betray me..
Desire keeps me pressured..
Help fulfills which part i do not need..
Crazy.. It's all crazy
I just can't wait to be fetched by such identity..
So dark, dusty, eerie and vain
I don't even know what I am saying
It's my mind, and I can't help it
Worst. My eyes never seek what my hands can reach.
Desires.. Desires..
When will you stop making fun of me?
--The Daughter of Whatsis
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