lavenders
I know what you're thinking, baby, and I see the blood on your feet and I know you're not the one who put it there. You never meant to be the big bad wolf with bad intentions. You just wanted a forest big enough to run in and trees tall enough to watch over you. You just wanted quiet air and slow rivers, but they made your wind chimes sing too loudly every time, and it's not fair, my angel. I know, it's not fair. They ripped off your crown and called you a monster for daring to cry too loudly.
In the end, with all the things they never say, it all comes back to this: it doesn't matter if they steal the throne; someone has to be king.
Inquiring minds want to know why we too should befriend lavenders!
Did you remember to explain why your friend is awesome?
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