As the Princess waits...

The awful feeling of trying to get rid of someone who acts as if he cared about me but never really did so.
If I let this get any further, you'll use me once again. But I won't be smoked and thrown away just like one of your cigarettes, darling.
Not this time.
My heart and soul are not disposable dishes for you to use, they belong to someone else; the knight in crystal armour that seems to have forgotten me, even when the tower in which I'm locked up is right in front of his eyes.
Still I wait.

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