SkyeMenov
I finished, watched you as you looked up. I tugged at your shirt, and you knew I was done. I could feel the sand dance in my feet, and the warmth of the sun hug me. And you looked down at me, and it felt like the sun, the sea and the ocean were all here because of you. Your soft words, surrounded them me as you said, "What a beautiful sandcastle."
I learned everything on my own. You were never there. I am nothing's child, and I grew up alongside no one. I learned through sight and never asked for help. I earned that is mine through sweat and blood. How dare you, come home after all those nights, days, years that my only companion was the sweet song of emptiness, and claim me and everything mine as your own? As your own child, heir, disciple?
You were never there, not for the child I was, not for the beggar I had to become, only when I became queen.
I dont owe you a thing.
And I am not your disciple.
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