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Date Posted: 05:17:39 05/06/02 Mon
Author: Taking my leave
Subject: Harry Potter
In reply to: Harry Potter 's message, "Seeking solace" on 06:16:48 04/28/02 Sun

Again and again, his fists thumped sonorously against the barrier odiously seperating he and the oner that made him bleed himself dry, but to no avail; like his furled digits were mere, unpotent rabbit feet. It seemed that hour after hour tediously and crestfallingly floundered by, to the point that a sort of hope against hope had occured within his brain and a sadistic spell of him hearing things audible to him but not any other person, conjured by the whirlwind of despair in his own mind, transpired, and a few very deliriously morbid moments ensued after this began. Hermione. The ethereally angelic female's image was conceived in his whirling mind, and the mere mention of her christening, her name, contrived a thousand emotions melanging themselves into a conflictingly toned mixture. He needed her then more than ever. Her name was synonymous with euphoria, and hell. Didn't he mean anything to her? She had said she loved him, more than he would ever know, he quoted bitterly inside, and in his frankly unstable physiognomy, the hours that had lethargically and angstily elasped did not demonstrate such. Some people did sleep at night, and this was a fact he didn't seem to quite comprehend. The never prettier, vastly cached and imaginatively engineered slew of colorful curses that effluxed from his mauve mouth gave ample, to put it lightly, insight to the insufferability of the disappointing scenario that had unfolded morosely. Why couldn't there be an alternate ending to this epically trial and error lifestyle of his? Why couldn't it be as simple and cliche as "happily ever after?" The icy cold, frigidly gelid veridescent eyes smoldered as he ruminated critically; a mix of desire and of previously unparelleled indignant anger. With nerves corroded and insensible but substancially non-lacking deemings ablaze, he shoved off of the wall he had been leaning trustingly against and strode with hasty hot-headedness and irrationally off.

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[> [> my god, i'm more screwed up than he is. if you didn't figure it out, i got the subject and name turned around in my mind. don't ask. you probably don't want to know. -- haley, 05:19:59 05/06/02 Mon

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[> [> [> -just rolls her eyes and sighs blankly- closing font tags. -- haley, 05:21:31 05/06/02 Mon

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