A King’s Death

To be quartered, wrapped in paper that smells of chocolate that melted and froze till it couldn’t anymore, and sent to the ends of the earth where my festering wounds will preach the false gospel of my second coming. That is all I ask and all I expect from this world. The king is dead, long may the king die.

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I am a college student, studying in India. I'm a musician and I love to write, be on stage, and meet people. My blogs are about looking at life from a new perspective. I try to talk about the things we all sometimes miss out on.

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