Happy Birthday

[turbonitro]

The antique piano sat in the corner collecting dust and cobwebs. Once it had been an instrument of happiness with joyous melodies pouring from its keys, but now it stood, untouched-- trapped forever in desolation, a painful reminder. It's once milkywhite keys weere now stained to a yellowish coffee colour with cracks which made the keys look

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*clap clap* :)

[anonymous]

You have a great talent for writing in amazing detail. Paints a picture in my mind everytime I read your stories :)

-Tim