By Farah |
Submitted by twisted_lie
Date: 2008 Nov 10
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This is where all the glory started and this is where it shall all end, in a white room with wide windows, see through curtains playing in the wind .|
A huge antique piano stood in the middle of the room, dark brownish made if wood, the keys still function as my fingers pressed down, the room brought back so many memories. Some forgotten, others embraced.. but nothing shock the memory of him away, I could still remember every little detail about him...Every single one..Everything.