There is a room.
A room in which I live alone.
Doors keep opening and closing and people seem to be entering and leaving.
But no one ever stays.
Not ever.
I know they would like to and some even try but for some unfathomable reason they cannot.
Or maybe I don’t let them.
It is difficult to know.
Because the only person who knows the truth is
the one person who won’t tell.
Me.
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