My Sweet, let me pour your third cup of tea before I continue to play my part.
Do you how it feels to be treated like a piece of art?
And to be taught how to play the game of hearts?
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose and in the end you're torn apart.
I'm familiar with all of those, sickeningly familiar.
That now, everyone believes I'm peculiar.
No one will know my true story
Not until photos of me will be memento mori.
©october
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