HERMIONE'S WRITING

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It must have been my concussion

Or the willfulness at heart

Or the will to keep on striving

Even when I get a brain fart

I can't think of what to write

I can't use my imagination

The colors red and black are racing in my pathetic mind

WHY CAN'T I THINK?

WHY CAN'T I TRY?

Because I'm thinking of trying to hard, that's why.