Once more, upon this time

I guess it was all a dream.

Just a small movment, I hope they dont see.

Sarcastic responses snap the air as I cover for the fact that I am scared.

This world is trully a scary place, and everybody has such a familiar face.

I enter to see if my prince has comed to save me.

I notice a scene, I guess my prince has to be saved himself.

Just another job Ill complete before im done.

Never done until the setting sun decides to rest.

I least I always tried my best.

 

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