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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1046650
Where's Your White Room?
Can’t stop staring at the walls,
Empty, torn white walls.
Clutching my teddy bear to my chest,
I cry silent tears.
More alone now then ever before,
Days pass like months,
Hours like weeks.
I've lost my words,
And gained emotions.
They tear me open,
And leave me to bleed.
I'm only human,
And so much more.
This white room cannot hold me,
Only one thing can,
And distance has forbidden it.
So I build my own white room,
Shut and lock the door against my emotions.
Keep my teddy bear close...
And wait.
Welcome to my soul...
Welcome to my White Room...
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