These four walls – by Suzanne Allen

Laying here. Staring at these four walls. Wondering if there is a purpose to it all. The clock slowly ticks away the time. Tired and anxious. My normal mind. Looking through the slightly open blinds. The sounds of the world. Slowly going by. Tired of being here, as before. Want to go home. Find solace … Continue reading These four walls – by Suzanne Allen

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