The suns spills through the window
Light bouncing off the spines of the books
Tiny speckles of dust dance in the rays
The darkness retreats into the corners
Hiding its secrets from the day
The washed wooden walls separated us from the problems in the world
And the sound of nothing screams through the silence
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Born to Die
Random"It's just words on a canvas." They said "Oh, but it's so much more." I replied.
