I want to cry, I don't know the reason, maybe it's because I'm living in a metaphorical prison. The place that I call home doesn't make me feel happy, in fact I rather be hiding. I rather be hiding in a place that's cramped and dark, a place where all my monsters lurk. I rather be hiding in a place that's cold and has spiderwebs which aren't even old. I rather be far far away in the deep dark wood, then be at this place where I am misunderstood. Yet I know, for I have to stay though I still wish the shadows would take me away.
©secretking
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