It was dark and cold

And only thing was heard

Was myself crying

Shivering and howling inside

the echos were thriving in my head

So,

The only place to hide

Was the staircase

Where no one came and walked by

Where only my voice was familiar the time

Where I was holding myself tight

and not letting anyone hear a thing

That would let them come by

My side

So my hiding place would be the stairs

Where only my thoughts gets revived

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I amsorry guys I am not posting a lot,there are just things that are just messy so I am not usually able to write that much, sorry

I hope I’ll write more and better