Of Writers and Magic
  • Reads 41
  • Votes 6
  • Parts 4
  • Time 46m
  • Reads 41
  • Votes 6
  • Parts 4
  • Time 46m
Ongoing, First published Jun 14, 2020
If you're ever sitting wondering what it feels like to leave your world and be shoved into another. . . Let me enlighten you. Your whole body screams and burns at the odd air and your lungs feel like they've been crushed. Your head pounds from your brain trying to figure out what the heck just happened.
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.( only for 17+ ....mature language will be there...so read on your own risk...) This is My story so do not copy it... (\_/) ( °¢° ) .How could it be? When I look at you Faraway memories come back to life It's always like that When I look at you I see the lost memories from you Protect yourself from disappearing When things get hard, remember me I really wanted you So I hope you'll stop for a moment and look at me I can't stop, I'm afraid I can't control myself, what do I do? Look at me, remember me It happens even when I try When I'm in front of you Memories I want to forget come back to life Protect yourself from disappearing When things get hard, remember me I really wanted you So I hope you'll stop for a moment and look at me I can't stop, I'm afraid I can't control myself, what do I do? Look at me, remember me Protect yourself from disappearing When things get hard, remember me I really wanted you So I hope you'll stop for a moment and look at me I can't stop, I'm afraid I can't control myself, what do I do? Look at me, remember me