What causes pain? Why do we suffer? Why do tyrants reign? Why aren't we tougher? Helpless to end their malice, Broken by their arts, As they sit up in their palace With blackness in their hearts. Some people in this world are wicked, such are my observations. Others resent the crimes they committed. These are a shattered soul's speculations.

Constant, agonizing fighting Pain, torment, and violence Words laced with malice Meant to tear down and destroy We suffer vicious attacks Drown in vile poison Dripping from derisive words That comes from our persecutors Highest ratings: #12 Haiku #465 Poem #1 freedomofexpression

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Hermione has had a crush on Harry Potter since the first train ride with him to Hogwarts. Now its their third year, Harry is busy with Sirius Black, the murderer out to hunt him down. And Hermione can't take it anymore she has to tell him, but will she dare?

Dear diary...

Yup. It's that time of the year. And I'm going to use this book to write some scary stories. It might get scary (It's in the horror category for god's sake), it might get violent, and it most likely will get bloody. I'm warning you now. Turn away if horror...well scares you. Alright, make way to the horrors.