It's ok... It's just like waking up right?
I left without any trace as a last wish
It gets back to where everything started
In a small room where I wake up with nothing
All I have are dreams and pensieve to somehow remember
Dreams that I vaguely recall
Wide awake I see a silhoutte of a child running
A smile I see when I wake up in the morning
The pensieve where I can go through all the moments
Wallowing Crabbe's troubles to ease my wild temperament
After all this time I might still respond the famous line
Always... The word that went me through the battle to prove you're mine
Always... I may forget as everything goes to the shallow stone
Always... The habits, gestures, and moments are still there
Always... Hush now child... Obliviate...
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