Four walls
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These walls
are far to thin for
emotional outbursts
at only 12:34am
But here I am
reading old messages
trying to make sense of what little remains.
My mind runs blank,
By words written into the walls
that surround me
My cage, a box of white walls that holds
my past, future, and my darkest of secrets
My soul that is hidden from the seeing eye
Around me four
[Walls]
Surrounded by four
[Walls]
If they could speak
What would they say?
