Former Gryffindor Prefect. Nineteen. ~
We're all warriors of different tries, strung together by hate and lies.
Inside our walls we die by threes, thirteen bodies we rise from knees.
First to go is last to die, He and I rise first, time flies by.
Together, apart, or inbetween, we're all together forever unseen.
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I was kissed by the moon, but not damned by the sun.