The ticking sound of the clock is the only sound that is heard, I pull me gaze away from the book to look at the time, What? is it four already? Did I pull an another all nighter? No way. The faint glow of dawn assuring that my clock is not broken. I don't want to stop reading, that would mean it is not real, I don't want to wake up from the dream because reality sucks. There are a lot of things that needs to be said, but are you willing to hear it? My life may not be as significant a Helen Keller's but this is the story of my life. Everyone has a story to tell because everybody plays a part in the game callled life. Cover by: @rockshower
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