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The ash glows bright in the city tonight, Not a footprint to be seen. A kingdom of isolation, And it looks like I’m a queen. The wind is howling, like this burning flame inside. Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I tried. Don’t let them in don’t let them see, Be the good girl you always have to be. Conceal don’t feel, don’t let them know… well now they know! Let it go, let it go! Can’t hold it back anymore. Let it go, let it go! Turn away and slam the door. I don’t care what they’re going to say. Let the flames rage on. The heat never bothered me anyway. It’s funny how some

"The problem." At the gate Sherlock saw several people stand with plates where names of groups or persons on them. When most of them where gone he saw a teenage girl in a suit stand a bit on the back looking at a picture and searching with her eyes the crowd that went past. She too held a plate, with the name Sherlock Holmes on it. Sherlock looked again it was his name but did they really gave him a teenage girl to keep him out of trouble? Sherlock looked at her when she finally saw him and came up to him, when she reached him she introduces herself in perfect English. "Hello, my name is Jacoba Groeneweg. You must be Sherlock Holmes. I'm

Sherlock's time before John. He met her when he was twenty-six and she was thirteen. Sherlock had a boring live with his nursing brother and good for nothing father the only fun in his live was when he was with his grandmother who taught him the basics of his now so famous skill. There had been strange "accidents" in the live of Sherlock Holmes, but they where not the reason that he had closed his feelings deep inside his hart and refused to listen to them. (Perhaps a part but not completely) That credit comes to only one, the young girl I mentioned earlier. After Sherlock finished his secondary school he used the summer to delete the use