Trapped

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Sometimes I feel so small
Unimportant, like I just
Don’t matter at all
Invisible to the entire world

Face pressed against the window
Watching the days pass me by
Trying to understand
Asking way

Trapped by the four
Walls that surround
All the pages have been ripped
Nothing to see or need me
On my own – all alone

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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