MY STORY

All stories have an end.
This is mine.
I live behind this door.
No one visits.
As footsteps draw near,
I look out the peephole.
I never answer the bell.
I slink away into my dungeon
of lost hopes and dreams.
Neighbors stay away.
Family doesn’t...

(Source: melisica)

 

 

 

All stories have an end.

This is mine.

I live behind this door.

No one visits.

As footsteps draw near,

I look out the peephole.

I never answer the bell.

I slink away into my dungeon

of lost hopes and dreams.

Neighbors stay away.

My family doesn’t care.

Would you?

 

 

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