Safe Place

Oh how I long for my place again, my own safe place. Where none but I could walk free. See the pain and blood drain. I built its walls of mansion amidst broken toys. Where the windows always opened bright in my ever changing seasons. Where the rain washed my dry and dusty feet, where I lay for my peaceful slumber sleep. Sometimes underneath the closed staircase, where light peeped only through holes from its damp wooden walls. Or up in an attic where I was close enough to touch the sky. Or… More information...

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