Four Walls

Staring at four walls, never looking for the door. Just staying inside –

my little place to hide – to keep everyone at bay. Feeling rather

secure in a place to call my own: not like a prison cell, which could

only be described as hell, and certainly not the best place to

dwell. So this is where I will stay at least until my dying day. But

that suits me fine in a place so divine, and I know that it is all

mine – forever and a time!

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