In medieval times, royals and wealthy elites not only paid high prices for them, but they had their servants scrape and grind them into powder and mix the dust into wine or water, before meals, to protect the nobles from assassins.
TWhinking of what could of been foreverIhich I did and now I sit in my own home
I rather start over
H rather be lonely
Iad do you move on from cheating and destroying
O have accepted it never will again
If what it once was
lay in bed and think of the memories
Go out in the morning, chop down a couple trees, bring them to the mill, and go back on out. Pretty straightforward. There are stories, though, creatures that call the woods home, creatures who've never been given a name. The stories never bothered me.
II stayed because you were eveI wish I could say
I wish I'd been honest sooner
o wish I'd loved you better
bf going home to yourself
wecause you're afraid
when you're only there
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