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A/N well here's another poem it might not be apparent but it's about Draco and his inner thoughts about his "mission".
Too late for mercy Too much, too soon I got in too deep And I can't get out … But do I want to? There was never a question as to who I was Or what I was to become So why after all is said and done I start to question, which is too late to change? Pride, honour and purity Was repeated over and over to me But where's the pride and honour in this? I feel as dirty as dirt itself My blood doesn't matter anymore Did it even matter in the beginning? It's too much. it's too soon. Why this? Why me? Why now?
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