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Once upon a time, there lived a king. Not a typical king, one who lived on a throne of gold and governed adoring citizens, no this king lived in a palace of information that all living things in the area had forced him to build with big locks and heavy doors. The King kept everyone out, though no one wanted in in the first place. There were no knocks on the heavy doors, and the keys were left to rust. The Mind Palace was organized with the utmost precision. No dust was allowed to collect, no piece of information was stored, moved, or deleted without express permission from The King. The halls were many, and the rooms even more numerous, eac

Roses have thorns, Violets have few. John, I'd do anything, Even burn for you. But now is not the time For sentiments this way, Because I still have Many things to say. I took to the ledge To save you from me. Didn't know what'd kill you Is your undying loyalty. I couldn't be what you wanted, So you have to let me go. Don't fill up my 'grave' With regrets and woe. The Reichenbach Fall Boasts of my best. Too bad you didn't know, And laid me to rest. But I'll 'rise' again soon, And bring you along, too. We'll rebuild our home, Making each brick anew. New house, new home, But same old life. We'll be at 221 always, I'll