The Halls Do Not Light Up for Me

The hall does not light up for me, though I am quite real when so ever I wish to be. This particular hall sparkles like sapphires, and the stained glass upon either wall shows sunny days and bright blue skies. But behind them there is only dead concrete and earth packed so tightly that not even a worm could live in it. And also the place where, nine and a half years from now, the people will think to exit back into the world with the grinning death,. They have it all planned out. Richie Englander as all secretly understand, though none will admit it, is an asshole.

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