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Shakespearean Traged Me Part2

what about torturing your soulmate is that fair to have them know they are in love with the universal joke and killing you is a way to be spared of the joke and emberassment? but alas what if love of soulmates was true and the soulmate was decieving the likes of gods like you would he be crying too? over me the shakespearean tragedy the bounty of the gods that gets passed around hot potatoe revolving around me plan to fail plan to fail and i will understand could you as a soulmate relate or ever understand if your true love divined in the heavens slaughtered you with his own loving hands? no the scar would be deep and you would not just cry nor bawl nor weep you would be hollow for centuries full of pessimism and doubt vengefull and full of self pity loathing all those who have what you are without Love love for another love from someone and love for themselves shakespearean tragedy me i was not meant to be king unfit unwelcome visitor uninvited guest of a private party but love love is all i can see and they will try to warn me for everybody knows the one who is prophecied will bear a name of a king and hold a fame he himself cannot see but whose the joke on really? shakespeare shakespeare shakespearean pity party woe is me

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