The mirror shows a face I know -
I see it every day
But somehow it seems twisted
Almost every single way
Features somehow changing
Not how I recall they'd be
That person in the mirror -
Is it really even me?
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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...
