The life of a loner,
She's simple really,
Staring out the window in curiosity,
Wondering what is out there,
But too scared to find out,
Only comfortable in the walls around her,
Afraid to leave her room,
But she clutches her pillow at night,
Wondering what it must be like,
To go places,
To travel the world,
But afraid, she refuses to go anywhere,
Comfortable in her own space.
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Poetrypoems. [READ PLEASE] i wrote most of this in the sixth grade. just saying.
