EverydayEvery day I look out from my birdcage, to the world unknown…Every day I read a book, telling of their tales all alone…Every day I remember I would escape from my room, wondering off on my own…Every day they would bring me back from my imaginary brook, out from my comfort zone…Every day I use to try to break open my unlock door, and yell in an unimaginable tone…Every day I wondered if there is more to life than everyone forsook, changing myself and give atone…Every day they tell me what I am as I shook, hating what I already know…Every day at night the last thing I say is "I'm sorry… for what I took…", of their joy since my birth but they condone…Every day…Every day…
Moments Of Musketeers, 1In all his years dreaming of what his life would be like as a musketeer, Mickey never imagined he'd be doing something so scandalous. To be fair, if anyone had told him he would wind up the boyfriend of the princess, he would have laughed at their face before complimenting them on their creativity. Yet tonight, he stood in front of her majesty's bedroom doors, heart pounding against his ribs louder than the biggest drums. By all means, he should not have been there, nor should he go inside. But his princess had given him a direct order that day to guard the inside of her room when night fell, and who was he to disobey?No doubt she had waited for the right moment to make such an order, and she seized upon it when her lady in waiting had told them she had to leave for a week for family affairs. Minnie was more than happy to provide Daisy with a royal carriage, and insisted Donald to go along for safety's sake. She wishes her companion the best of luck, and when the duck's back was turne
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