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The Game 3Right Kind of WrongThe Game 3
Dumbledore raised his voice.
As you all know it its getting close to Halloween, and this year we are having a Halloween Dance. You need to have a partner to the Dance, and those of you who need dancing lessons can go to McGonigal to sign up.
You have a week to find a partner and sign your names on the list Im going to put on the door. Also the school band will be playing the first song at the Dance.
And now its time for our chess-tournament
He waved his wand and the tables were replaced with a dozen chess tables. Har


The Game 2Endless NightThe Game 2
Memories are just where you laid them,
Drag the waters till the depths give up their dead.
What did you except to find?
Was it something you left behind?
Harry showered for what seemed like many hours, trying to wash away the dirty feeling he was left with. But he just couldnt get it away. He had thrown away the ripped clothes, hiding it in the bottom of the trashcan. His skin was red from scrubbing it so much.
He went to bed, but he could not stop thinking of what had happened.
Oh hold me now I fe


Pain is pleasurePain is pleaure...wanna know why?Pain is pleasure
Because pain can take the tears from your eyes
Pain can love you when your full of hate
Pain gives when you no longer can take
Pain is pleasure....with dreams to hold
Pain is young and grows with you old
Pain pleases when your ready to fall
Pain gives you more when you've given your all
Pain is an X on my left arm
Pain is the gift left with such charm
Pains the years that i have survived
Pain gives me stregnth to keep myself alive
Pain is the blood dripped on the floor Pain is what made me lock my do


heart brokenIn my dreams It was me in your arms My lips on yours There was only us And the clouds And the stars It was the world and us It was us against the world But in your arms I could take it Anything the world dished out And with your kisses I was strong again In my dreams it was me in your arms My lips on yours But in reality It’s always been herheart broken


Cracked ReflectionIn the mirror, my cracked reflection I hate this face This imperfect body My life is useless So fucked up I wish I could cover my ears and scream and make it all go away But the past always lingers a few feet behind me My head filled with images of forgotten people with no faces and no names Shadows lurking in the corners Afraid to go near them but my body forces me to I can't keep battling these demons They'll get the best of me, I know it That time is soon I feel it The air is heavy with the stench of depression Horrible visions flash beforCracked Reflection
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Love exists. Pain exists because of Love.
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'Tracing your wound with my lips,
I'm plunged by a piece of a broken dream.
The knife of romance consealed deep within,
is presses against my half-formed skin.'
~ Libertines United [link] ~
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Love exists. Pain exists because of Love.
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'Tracing your wound with my lips,
I'm plunged by a piece of a broken dream.
The knife of romance consealed deep within,
is presses against my half-formed skin.'
~ Libertines United [link] ~
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"WEINER BAM!" Courtesy of a mishearing of the words of Theresa Peanut T Marie MaGarza Garza
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