porcelainred
Run you cold shit son of a weakling.
I am a weakling. Why? Because I am a coward. I could not face my fears. I could never deal with my feelings and my soul. Help.
I could not push myself to him, after all, I was nothing, compared to him, I am a weakling. A weakling in love with the prince.
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