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Tuesday, March 11, 2014

I grow weary of being the knight in battered armor sometimes.

I want to know how it feels to be the princess.

Just once.

To be swept off my feet.

To be rescued from my own demons.

To be taken care of instead of being the one to take care of everyone.

Just this once.

But I'll keep fighting for now.

I'll survive. Somehow.
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