:Tears falling,
Arms embracing,
Legs trembling,
Body shaking.
Having a place,
Falling from grace,
Losing c
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Falling,
Screaming,
Crying,
Sobbing.
Tripping,
Weeping,
Shouting,
Becoming unhinged.
What am I?
What do you see me as?
Someone important?
Garbage?
Filth?
A lord?
A god?
A devil?
An angel?
A demon?
A prodigy?
A failure?
A genius?
A dead-last?
Someone to kiss and worship?
Someone to spit and curse at?
Do I look like a martyr?
Do I look like a scapegoat?
Do I look like a savior?
Or do I look like a plague?
What do I look like?
What am I to you?
You might not know,
but I do.
I know what I am to you.
I am everything said.
Don't deny it.
Accept it.
Accept me.
And live with it and the consequences.:
Albus Dumbledore set down the letter, and put in his headin his hands and cried.
He had let him down when he needed him.
He had let down his savior, his student, his weapon, and his tool.
Worst of all, he let down his grandson.
