[Gurdit]

The following was written during a very boring class a couple of years ago:

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The afternoon sun is brighter than an angel's smile, bathing the surroundings with sunlight. The entire place looks like an underwater city, swimming in transparent, golden water. Greenery marks the world outside my classroom and blue is the world's roof today, disturbed by wild sketches and stretches of a few well-chosen white clouds while a lone white building in the background shines in the reflected glory of Apollo. Unceasing chatter is within these four walls, and heated silence without. My eyes were on this empty canvas, and my hand held the means to my creativity... and now I have done justice to both.

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The afternoon sun is brighter than the Devil's gleaming eyes, the surroundings baking in his breath of fire. The entire place is surrounded, shimmering, appearing as if life is being vapourized slowly over Hell's flames. The parched grass cries for water, and the sky is stark, pale blue, clouds hiding from Lucifer's temper today, while a lone white building, shimmering in the heat, appears to be cooking its inhabitants alive. Meaningless, rubbish talk of idle minds echoes off the walls within the classroom, and death-pale silence exists without. My eyes were on this empty page, and my hand held the controller of my slavery, my pen... and now that I have fed my burning need to write, I may live again for a while.