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My Basement

My sanctuary,

My second home,

My lair, is

my basement.

 

It's where I do my homework,

Where I social network,

Where I hang out with my friends,

Where I listen to music.

 

I went into my basement when I had my first heartache,

With my face in my hands blinking back tears.

I turned on one of my favourite songs,

And collapsed on the bed crying.

 

I sit in my basement when I want an escape,

Whether it's playing video games,

Instant messaging friends,

Or crying as I sink into my favourite song.

 

A basement, I guess,

Is really only an underground room or two,

But to me,

It has become so much more.

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shannon-hughes
Canadian
Published
Nov 14, 2011
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