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Wish for Privacy

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ScarletDevil1503

Published: Jun 28, 2012

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I live behind a locked door,
And no one has the key.
It has been years, maybe more
Since someone talked to me.
The solitude was nice at first,
The quiet let me think.
But soon it took a turn for worse—
Now all I do is blink.
So be careful, my dear friends,
When you wish for privacy.
Count to 5 when patience bends
Or you'll end up just like me.

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This is a warning for myself, too... Sometimes I forget what life would be like without all the noise.

Edit: Big thanks to ~Kaleidoscopic-Yarn for uploading her reading of "Wish for Privacy" on YouTube! Check it out here: [link]