Albus Dumbledore Nonsense

Happiness can be found in the darkest of times,

If one only remembers to turn on the light,

But it matters not what someone is born,

But what they grow to be,

We are only strong as we are united,

As weak as we are divided,

Killing is not so easy, as the innocent believe,

Just as it does not do, to dwell on dreams and forget to live,

And though it may happen in your head,

It has no reason to not be real,

Because sometimes we must choose,

Between what is right and what is easy,

Do or do not, there is no try,

For in dreams we enter a world which is entirely our own,

What is life without a little risk?

We should not pity the dead,

It is important to remember,

Pity the living,

We all have magic inside of us,

It is our choices which show who we are, not our abilities,

And to the well-organised mind, death is but the next great adventure,

And above all those who live without love,

It is the unknown we fear,

When we look upon death, darkness and nothing more,

After all this time?

Where you’re treasure is, there your heart will be also,

And if you numb the pain for a while,

It will only make it worse when you finally feel it,

Words are our most inexhaustible source of magic,

Capable of inflicting injury and remedying it,

Now,

Let us step into the night,

And pursue that flighty temptress-

Adventure.

The End

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