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Obliviate

I'm wearing my Harry Potter shirt today. In the Deathly Hallows when Hermione uses 'obliviate' so her parents forget her is a moving scene. I wish I was Hermione Granger. I would obliviate my mind, and my loved ones. We would forget this pain, what's happened. Normality would resume. I could forget the broken relationships caused by my paranoia and people's lack of understanding. I could forget my muddled mind and have a focused way to go. I would be free from the embarrassment of speaking to the people I have hurt, and those who have seen me at my worst. I would obliviate the memories of my family and friends until this summer so I could once again create an illusion that I was capable, good at things even. If anyone is able to cast a patronus, that would also be much appreciated. I think the dementors are nearby. It may even be too late. I'm pretty sure one has already kissed me. If I was Hermione Granger I would have produced my little silvery otter and banished it. I'm not Hermione Granger though. I don't have a magic wand. Memories remain, darkness and despair follow me and those I love. Wouldn't it be great to have a happy ending.
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