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/N: Okay. This was written long-long ago, and I believe that it has nothing to do with Harry Potter, but it fits great! I don't remember which book I was reading then, but now I found that it's perfectly fits into Harry Potter fanfiction. Of course, if Voldemort listened to poems (this is a poem). Okay, it's somebody asking Voldemort (or some unknown evil dictator) to tell him/her about life.Disclaimer: I own everything! This is a totally original poem, so don't use it in any way unless you asked my permission. 99 % I say "yes".
ENJOY!
How is it?
Tell me the truth about your life,
How is it – to always have to fight?
How is it – to have no real friends?
How is it – to live a life that makes sense?
How is it – to breathe with your soul shut?
How is it – to win no matter what?
How is it – to never have to cry?
How is it – to never wonder "why?"
How is it – to take any life you please?
How is it – to have nobody who you miss?
How is it – to see people scream of fright?
How is it – to be the one who's right?
How is it – to leave your heart behind?
How is it – to find only what you need to find?
How is it – to always know what you've got?
How is it – to win no matter what?
A/N: Okay, I guess this "how is it?" poem can be endless, so I'll stop here.
Review, please, or I'll send you an evil ghost of… the Christmas Past, which will always ask you "How is it?" Scary. Freaky.
Sad. Review!