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my room knows me like no other for only in my room I'm raw as i strip my clothes the room sees the hulk of mass I'm made up of it sees me bare and naked it sees the scars i covered with fabrics it holds the words i left unsaid the walls, the floor, the ceiling, the bed the ceiling i stare so blankly when my eyes are too stubborn to cry when the world feels heavy the ceiling carries the weight and i lie in my bed watching the white plaster with prolonged gawk and hollow heart with no thoughts, no feelings just tangles of emotions I'm too scared to straighten so i retreat into a corner the corner that fits a twin sized bed the bed with 3 pillows and white blanket but the bed is my sanctuary and the blanket, a bandage as it wraps the hurt with warm it embraces all the grief and guilt and i sink, i cave, i cocoon myself and i let out the squeals i kept within the pillows, they soak themselves with my tears and the blanket cover me from toes to tip and when the world falls asleep its just the four walls and the flesh i call myself so my room is a sacred place to me its where I'm whole, its where i breath
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May 28
May 28, 2026 at 11:28 AM UTC
my room knows me like no other
my room knows me like no other for only in my room I'm raw as i strip my clothes the room sees the hulk of mass I'm made up of it sees me bare and naked it sees the scars i covered with fabrics it holds the words i left unsaid the walls, the floor, the ceiling, the bed the ceiling i stare so blankly when my eyes are too stubborn to cry when the world feels heavy the ceiling carries the weight and i lie in my bed watching the white plaster with prolonged gawk and hollow heart with no thoughts, no feelings just tangles of emotions I'm too scared to straighten so i retreat into a corner the corner that fits a twin sized bed the bed with 3 pillows and white blanket but the bed is my sanctuary and the blanket, a bandage as it wraps the hurt with warm it embraces all the grief and guilt and i sink, i cave, i cocoon myself and i let out the squeals i kept within the pillows, they soak themselves with my tears and the blanket cover me from toes to tip and when the world falls asleep its just the four walls and the flesh i call myself so my room is a sacred place to me its where I'm whole, its where i breath
Garima
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16/F
May 28
May 28, 2026 at 11:28 AM UTC
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