The clock chimes half past nine.
My friends all consumed the wine.
And I am alone.
Much as I want to sleep,
However your promise I keep.
Yet I am alone.
You would love the icing,
But the candle is melting.
Still I am alone.
Who will blow my candle?
When I thought you will handle?
Now I am alone.
Let the wind blow it.
The candle, your promise so be it.
For I am alone.
Maybe tomorrow you will knock,
In a door that's locked.
Sorry I am alone.
I can have another birthday.
And I can bear to say...
Just leave me alone.
This is me and this is what I feel. This is me and this is what I think. This is me and this is what I breathe. This is me and this is what I live. This is me and this is my Sanctuary.
My Sanctuary...
Life is always bound to be painful and joyful, can be filled with sadness or happiness, and at some point, despair or hope. My life, just like anyone else is no excuse for every malady this world has to offer. And so, I offer myself a recluse, a place to hibernate, to recoil...A Sanctuary...and this is my Sanctuary...
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