In empty halls
These something about the school halls after everyone has left,
The place i hate most,
The place i've cried,
The place i've laughed,
The place i've been stressed,
The place i've been free,
The halls echo with each footstep i take,
The old posters on the wall stare down at me,
In enmpty hall lies billions of stroies,
In empty halls lies billions of experiences,
1000 different worlds ready to fill it the next day,
In enpty halls lie billions of words,
Some we'll remeber, some we will foget,
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