Lonely
I have my own room.
It is a place to be.
It is okay for me...
I have a TV,
and a bed.
I have a good roof,
to cover my head.
I color, and I draw,
sometimes, beautiful is “all”.
That is the limit,
of my life.
Do not think me left beside,
nor has any-one fallen short.
I am happy.
Many can not say,
the same
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