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:Rough: Final Book : EpilogueEpilogue : A Perfect Circle : Completed
Shino looked at Ange, tears in his eyes. "Ange, you know how you can't remember anything before what you think was your 16th birthday?" Ange looked at him and nodded, with a worried look. "well, you didn't exist before then. I found out while in Maigras, that you are the missing piece of the Yin-Yang puzzle. I am the essence of all that is good, Zekka, brother, you are the essence of all that is dark and evil. Ange is the force that binds us all together in the eternal circle. There is something else though. With Puppetmaster gone, there is only one way to return the balance. If we don't, Puppetmaster will revive. The eternal circle isn't complete right now, but we can complete it!"
Both Zekka and Ange were crying, their entire lives and pasts shattered instantly.
"but...... I remember............ my parents......... they loved me......... before I ran away..." Ange sobbed "
that is a created memory. it never happened ange. when you came into exi
For EmmaEverytime I see you, I see myself reflected back
You break me down to what I am
You take away everything that isn't me
You are my mirror, you are my path
Guide me, define me, remind me
of what I truly am
and what I can truly be
I'm glad your here
and your everything I hold dear
please don't go, ever
I don't want to lose you, never
If you go, I go too
If you lead, I follow
If you vanish, I dissappear too
If your happy, so am I
If your sad, I feel low with you
You've shown me your soul
and I've shown you mind
If it all comes together
it'll work out in due time.
Thank you... Emmanuelle
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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