My Just // Edmund Pevensie (1)

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"It Feels Like Your Screaming
And No one Can Hear.
You Almost Feel Ashamed
That Someone Could Be That Important,
That Without Them, you Feel Like Nothing.
No one Will Ever Understand How Much
It Hurts.
You Feel Hopeless,
Like Nothing Can Save You.
And When Its over, and It's Gone,
You Almost Wish That You Could Have All
That Bad Stuff Back,
So That You Could Have The Good."

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The Devil Is Real, And He Isn't A Little Man With RED Horns And A TAIL. He Can Be Beautiful Because He's A FALLEN Angel And He Used To Be Gods FAVOURITE.