In the comfort of youth, I long for the worlds beyond. In pursuit of the unknown, I yearn for the older, simpler days of familiarity. In realizing the world I seek does not exist in reality, I run away into my dreams, only for them to fade into memories of what I tried to leave behind. Hence, God created death.
Waltz of Shadows by TommyUlysesGrant
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
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