My room

here`s a big old world out there and I want no part of it.ust want to sit in my room alone, my solice thwarts a hissy fit.he sun rises and falls just another day,ometimes this big old world (like me) has nothing to say.t speaks and when it does it is all death and war,peculates on motive of killers as by the shovel we fill...he graves, the ground, the sickness all around.he night, the light, the malicious hide in plain sight.nd they stalk, and they prey, in revelations dismal day...

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