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When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

When I Have Fears that I May Cease to Be by John Keats

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Hey Everyone!

I'm taking a short break for the moment. School's getting closer to ending and there are a lot of papers and exams I need to do and study for. Plus, I'm having a minor case of writer's block, so I'm having a hard time coming up with stuff. Please be patient, I'm not giving up on these stories. I just need a little break from the HP world to do some other stuff.

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