The stars keep watch, yet none remember me.
I breathe, yet live as but a ghost in borrowed flesh.
If sorrow be a kingdom, then its crown is mine,for Hope and I did part as strangers long ago.
My younger brother saved up 200k+ and just asked me whether he should buy an XR or a Samsung S10, I just advised him to put it on a Arsenal win today and buy both next week.
Dear Stranger πΉ
If This Makes You Feel Better, How Are You? How Was Your Day? You've TriedYour Best,
You're Currently Doing Your Best, And You Would Probably Do Your Best, I Just Want To Tell You, You Are The Best, Take A Rest,Relax,And Retry Keep Going You Got This
βHe stood in ruined armor beneath a dying sky, every breath heavier than the last. His hands trembled around a sword that felt more like grief than steel. Hope had already left him, yet still he fought because surrender meant admitting that all his pain, all His loss, was nothing
βThe knight walks on with a breaking soul,
each step heavier than the last.
His blade feels like a fading promise,
his breath a quiet, weary plea.
Yet he refuses the mercy of surrender,
and fights on if only to say he didnβt fall willingly.β