"Open Door"

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I hate being without you—
I love you,
In the purest ways,
I'm lost, unsure how to continue,
Counting days, waiting on your answer,
You left a door open, leaving hope.

True love hurts, but it was worth the risk with you.
The tarot cards whisper you still love me,
And I believe it,
Each night, your name echoes in my thoughts.

My golden snitch, elusive and near,
Now I understand Snape's tears,
His heart shattered, yet loyal,
Whispering to Dumbledore—
Always.

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