As I roam these halls of this school, I have nothing to do but to daydream about the things that I love, I'd think about how I love the way that grass and other beautiful organisms flourish in-between the sidewalk cracks as the morning sun hits my face and I shine. Signs are everywhere that life lives through the dead matter. I will forever live because I wall forever be alive in some timeline.
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