I can't go into the kitchen, he ridicules and blackmails
I can't go to the basement, I never really could.
I can't stay in my room, or else I'm a bird in an ever shrinking cage.
I can't go outside, or else I'll be questioned.
And I can't stay in here forever.
So.
Where can I go?
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Inspired
PuisiA collection of original poetry and short stories (Because sometimes I get into that artsy-fartsy mood)
