Where Should I Be?

Closets aren't big enough to fit

Me these days, and sometimes only

The soft drumming of rain on the

Windowsill can calm me down sometimes.

I'm just waiting 'till I shut down completely,

Everyone knows it's coming, it's just a matter of time,

Which Alice had plenty of, the White Rabbit

With his waistcoat and pocket watch,

And I have no one. I don't have wardrobes and wands

To whisk me off to magical places where anything

Can happen. That's not my life. I have no place to hide.

The End

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