Escape Room

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There’s this black cloud in my life
It hangs over me daily, and it causes me strife
It whispers things into my ear
Things that make life hard to bear.
I have a room where I can go
In a place the cloud doesn’t know
It can’t get in, and I can’t get out
But that’s okay, because I’m safe now.
This room has no windows or doors
Only four walls that I built on no floor
I’m safe here from the rest of my mind
When I feel like I can’t handle it this time.

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