You can’t feel invincible when you’re ruling over a barren kingdom and your crown is made of thorns.
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“What does it feel like to invincible?”
Like liquid gold is pouring down your throat
Tastes faintly of summer berries and sunshine
Like sculpting epics and legends from ashes
Stories for when the world is empty
Like balancing on the edge of a cliff, watching how far you have to fall
You wonder if you can take one step further
“It feels like home”
And you’re by my side
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