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gamemaker 💀 hades lochlan Administrator 7,693 POSTS last seen Apr 24, 2024 15:04:14 GMT -5 — 🥀 —	sylvia de la fontaine two \| wip Aug 20, 2018 20:56:48 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by gamemaker 💀 hades lochlan on Aug 20, 2018 20:56:48 GMT -5 s y l v i a district two; eighteen
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sylvia de la fontaine two | wip Aug 20, 2018 21:13:01 GMT -5

Post by gamemaker 💀 hades lochlan on Aug 20, 2018 21:13:01 GMT -5

c o n t e n t s:
s y l v i a

" all the princes and kings with their c r o w n s

the rose gold royalty that never f r o w n
ruling with clay fists and wine soaked w o r d
another proclamation broken a n d s l u r r e d

naked beneath such jewel e n c r u s t e d r o b e s
hiding a body frail of skin a n d b o n e s "

— the banquet

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sylvia de la fontaine two | wip Aug 20, 2018 21:23:12 GMT -5

Post by gamemaker 💀 hades lochlan on Aug 20, 2018 21:23:12 GMT -5

Always told you not to love me
Now look what you made me do
I got poison in my pocket,
told you I was bad news

I am
an exceptionally broken thing—

It has always been as simple as that, one way or the other. Ruined beyond reparation, and desperately, tragically acceptant of my own fate. Be it a poverish girl with an over-worked father, or the lone rose in a field of briar and brush: I have never quite succeeded in ways a person ought to succeed.

I never built up a career so that I could live a better life, I just married my high school sweetheart, who happened to be wealthy. I never held the hands of my children when we walked through places devoid of stained glass windows and freshly cut lawns, but they grew up still.

My life has been a series of hitting the bullseye despite taking my shots in the dark, and if it might make me less human, if it might make me less of a mother or a wife, it makes me—

an exceptionally broken thing.

My demeanor made you wait,
but the consequences stayed
I killed everything we were
Baby, murder was a case

song: 27 hours