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Time go’s by so fast, it’s like a clidascope of memories, trying to avoid any cracks in the glass that will ruin the image, then when there is so many cracks, and it feels like its about to shatter, he saves you, but he’s not who you thought he was, how can the devil be pulling you close to someone who looks like an angel when they smile at you, I knew his world moved too fast, and burnt too bright, I guess i was too small to put out the flame,so I got burnt.