//I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing
My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King//
I’ve more or less been listening to this song on repeat for the last two days. I can super relate to the feeling of creative loss from being happy. But it’s worth it.
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