Kingdom
All the jesters from every land couldn't make me laugh.
Their cure for my depression didn't work. The hurt I went through has no cure.
My mind would have to be wiped in order for me to live life.
The kingdom I'm in is forced to mend my brain. No one should have to deal with this.
In the abyss, I lie all day with incurable uneasiness, the most worrisome of my diseases, with my heart always pounding out of my chest in distress. One day, I'll finally be laid to rest.
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