18 months in a brick shed with a tin roof
6 more in a wood box too cramped to breathe
Another year
Living in fear
In a room with no lock
And in 3 more weeks
I'll get my own place
No doors that don't close
No windows that don't open
I spent three years of my life in moldy decrepid rot
And now after removing a thot
I find myself in a happy space
A dog named squirt and a kitchen two steps wide
My girlfriend looking at me with pride
4 months ago I'd never imagine
That today's the day I move to my own
Mansion
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 1:42 AM UTC
18 months in a brick shed with a tin roof
6 more in a wood box too cramped to breathe
Another year
Living in fear
In a room with no lock
And in 3 more weeks
I'll get my own place
No doors that don't close
No windows that don't open
I spent three years of my life in moldy decrepid rot
And now after removing a thot
I find myself in a happy space
A dog named squirt and a kitchen two steps wide
My girlfriend looking at me with pride
4 months ago I'd never imagine
That today's the day I move to my own
Mansion
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