My Poem of Boredom
-My own secret room
I have this little room
That’s been placed inside my head
I was there when I was born
And will stay there ‘til I’m dead
This room does not hold things, but memories galore
This is where all my thoughts are stored
It holds a lot of creative things that I have never showed
This room is mine and will stay mine no matter where I go
This little room is not the only one
Because everyone has a brain inside there skull that is theirs alone
Lilac Ann Black
(I was really bored)
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