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Family Line - Conan Gray

                                                                                                 ----

"I can run, but I can't hide from my family line."

                                                                                                 ----

The tear fell to the pristine marble floor.

The sound of leather hitting flesh.

The screams filled my ears.

The cursings and hexes flying around, "Crucio!"

Tiny knives wretched into my body,

                                       I couldn't feel a thing,

                                                Just wanted to get out here,

                                                                          When everything is broken, 

                                                                                                            How do you fix it?

                                                                            Or is it too late to fix?

                                                                                                    ----

For as long as I can remember, I have never had a family.

Whenever I see families in public, hands in hands, happy smiles on their faces. I wonder and wonder just when I could see this happen to me. Since young, I have never wanted silver and gold. Just wanted a single bit of affection that makes me feel loved.

Cared for.

Gave affection to.

Not invisible.

No matter how much I wish for, no one seems to notice.

Deep down, I know it's impossible for me. For I am Amelia Driscoll.

The Driscoll child that can't carry on the bloodline. 

The unfortunate and unloved child. 



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