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The Lost Magic
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Continúa, Has publicado sep 27, 2017
A memory,  it led me into some troubling times. The gun shots, the flames and above, all loosing them... My brother and  I left that retched place in search of somewhere to stay. Even though being around him was short lived, even after being alone for so long, it hasn't changed me much more then being oblivious to the world around me. That's until I met him.  He's the one that made me understand its not just about my family or the memory. Its about the magic of being able to keep a loved one safe. But even after realizing that, I still know about the magic that lies in everyone of us. We may be called family, or even a pack. But shall we never be called again a part of The Lost Magic...
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