Lost years
I am told - there's something wrong with you! He says this as his personality disappears beneath the cloak of lost years. His unintentional emulation a parody of his dead fathers spirit as it settles into his body and pushes his soul into a corner a metamorphosis of a throne usurped. Unbeknownst to himself he wears this cloak of a disguise as a simple reminder of his humble position in life.
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leigh
just someone who loves playing with words...
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