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Room
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Most of my friends never ask me what's wrong
When the black cloud surrounds me
They never ask me if I am okay
Because I hide it so well
I never let them in
Unless I know they have the cloud too
Those people that see it
They ask if I am okay
But fine is my usual response
And I go to my hidden space
The room in my mind
That I hide in
To try to make it through a bad day
My room is nothing more than a dark space
A place of denial
The place that I try to tell myself
That it's all okay
If only my room was filled with light
But it's filled with darkness
The bad memories
Oh there are a few good ones
But few and far between
So I hide in this room
Knowing that nothing will change
That all this room will bring me
Is misery and torture
But it's safe for me
Where no people can find me
And if they do
It will only hurt them
So when you ask me about my room
The one in my mind
I will lie and say its happy
But don't try and enter it
Because I don't want to see you cry
There is darkness all around and darkness inside.
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#2
Yes. I relate.
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#3
I can feel this. I think I am in this room right now. Or maybe it is different room but very similar one.
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*And if I seem a little strange, well, that's because I am
*Life, loathe it or ignore it, you can't like it.
*A tremendous feeling of peace came over him. He knew that at last, for once and for ever, it was now all, finally, over.
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