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Twisted

The things I could have saved The days I could have filled The people I could have known The waves that wash away Ghosts that follow everywhere Clocks that never stop ticking Time frozen and continued forever Lies never truly forgiven Fires that won’t burn out Glass that refuses to shatter Past lives that don’t even matter Past that isn’t left behind But following me through my life Forever I can’t let go I can’t move forward The point where I’m stuck I can never go back But there is no way forward What can I do? It’s over And I know it So why am I still here? Playing this game? The twisted game Of life
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prisoner-zero-rose-malfoy
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Dec 2, 2011
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