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Aching


I hope that every time you see me Hear me Cry for me That your bones ache. The atmosphere above my home carries death eater clones - feeding off the emptiness that should have been closure. May my smile, my laugh, be forever engraved in your memory so you forever realize what you missed. Lost.
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