You see my smiling persona.
It hides many fears.
You hear the sound of my laughter.
It hides many tears.
You smell the sweet scent of my perfume.
It hides the stench of blood.
You feel the wool of my jumper.
It hides many scars.
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Into the Depths of Despair
Poetry"I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind. At these times, I use the Pensieve. One simply siphons the excess thoughts from one's mind, pours them into the basin, and...
