It's funny how life goes. It feels like I am biologically connected to you.Like the Queen in the hive that controls the soldier's mood, you unknowingly prance around like I don't exist.Can't draw, can't talk, can't breath, can't sleep, can't focus. And you don't even realize the power you have. Is the charade I constructed so well built that the smartest of queens cannot see through it?!
Just remember, dear B, all queens must have a king...and so far you've only had pawns and knights.
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