Shelter

July 17, 2009
By Anonymous

Silence.
It's the perfect shelter,
that silence.
No trouble, no storms,
no heartbreak.
They tell me all the time,
"Come inside!
Come inside, and your problems are gone forever!"
But I like it outside,
and they are angry.
Because I refuse to come inside,
even when it rains.


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