King ๐Ÿ‘‘ย 

Your King won’t show 

Until you get rid of them Jokers,

You could chase the flock

But that’d be mediocre.

They say that love is a game

And we are its pieces,

Don’t go selling your body

Or your value decreases.

Never sell yourself short

You can reach for the gold,

Don’t get caught up in perfection

Or you heart won’t get sold.

It is easy for one

To lose track of oneself,

You won’t be happy

Until you love yourself.

Many will come,

And many will go,

Until you get rid of them Jokers

Your King will not show. ๐Ÿ‘‘

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