Disclaimer: I do not own Luna Lovegood or anything else belonging to JK
Rowling. This is simply fanfiction and only the storyline is mine. I am not
receiving any profit from this.
A/N: You would never read something like this, but Happy 12th Birthday Christine! This isn't very happy. But it's for you anyway, because today is special.
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No One Ever Asks
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Girls my age never do certain things.
They never wear their hair in high pigtails, or go without brushing it.
They never sit at a table without crossing their legs.
They never go outside and twirl around in circles in the rain.
They never put on long dresses and wear golden crowns and pretend they're princesses.
They never go up to the astronomy tower, imagining they can just fly away.
They never lay down on the grass and stare at the sky without blinking.
They never sit in their common rooms, watching the flames dance madly in the fireplace.
They never keep their eyes on one star, to see if it really twinkles.
They never run as fast and as far as they can, to try to find the end of a rainbow.
They never sit alone in a corner, writing away their thoughts.
They never sit on a bench in the hall and stare at the walls for hours.
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They never think about what life would be like if, inside, you couldn't really live.
Inside, there aren't any twinkling stars or dancing flames or golden crowns.
Inside, the fire is no longer bright, and every room is dark.
Inside, there is nothing. Nothing but dark thoughts, and dark intentions.
Inside, there are no smiles and no laughter.
If anyone ever thinks about the way I am inside, all they have to do is ask.
Then, maybe the dark will finally let me go. They just need to ask.
No one ever does.
A/N: You would never read something like this, but Happy 12th Birthday Christine! This isn't very happy. But it's for you anyway, because today is special.
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No One Ever Asks
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Girls my age never do certain things.
They never wear their hair in high pigtails, or go without brushing it.
They never sit at a table without crossing their legs.
They never go outside and twirl around in circles in the rain.
They never put on long dresses and wear golden crowns and pretend they're princesses.
They never go up to the astronomy tower, imagining they can just fly away.
They never lay down on the grass and stare at the sky without blinking.
They never sit in their common rooms, watching the flames dance madly in the fireplace.
They never keep their eyes on one star, to see if it really twinkles.
They never run as fast and as far as they can, to try to find the end of a rainbow.
They never sit alone in a corner, writing away their thoughts.
They never sit on a bench in the hall and stare at the walls for hours.
---
They never think about what life would be like if, inside, you couldn't really live.
Inside, there aren't any twinkling stars or dancing flames or golden crowns.
Inside, the fire is no longer bright, and every room is dark.
Inside, there is nothing. Nothing but dark thoughts, and dark intentions.
Inside, there are no smiles and no laughter.
If anyone ever thinks about the way I am inside, all they have to do is ask.
Then, maybe the dark will finally let me go. They just need to ask.
No one ever does.