Somethings are fun with someone near by

Sometimes it's better to be alone

I prefer to be alone, although that might not happen anytime soon

Things are changing


The places in this house that were mine aren't mine anymore

I have to share

Sometimes that's good

Sometimes that's bad

I don't mind, but my personal space is being touched on the rim

My wall that I so carefully put up has to be reinforced

I cannot let her see inside my mind

That is my up most personal space

The End

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