The melancholy I wrote became my destiny..
Scratched my soul and left it wounded..
These are the marks engraved on my forehead
But I wore this tiara to honour the bloodline..
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The melancholy I wrote became my destiny..
Scratched my soul and left it wounded..
These are the marks engraved on my forehead
But I wore this tiara to honour the bloodline..
