your the last of your kingdom and daze kicks you in the stomach shattering your armour daze: why are you alone, were are your friends? she throws her sword at you and it goes through your left lung daze: your kings promise you freedom and yet you still live under a higher person she punches your face sending you flying into a building daze: your people call you the best yet here you are....getting thrown about like the puppet you are..these brothers and sisters off yours, never return home
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