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For it is not the place where I live
But it is where I dwell
Where I feel my sanity is not within it
But anywhere away
A place where I believe I've gone insane
Where I have come to believe I am not what matters
But where I can not stomach leaving my mother alone
Where I do not want my love to be present
She does not deserve to be near the vicinity of its boundaries
For whoever is near brings pain
Change; never for the better
Pain; Physical
For within these four walls I have become victim to my own brain
Copyright © Bree Armstrong | Year Posted 2017
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