They said it was for my own good when they put me in here and locked the door.
They took away the key just like they took my freedom and my possessions.
But what they don’t realise, is that it’s not me but the others. Locking the door won’t keep them away.
I already tried that and still they found their way into my room and into my head.
So you can lock all the doors you want, it won’t change a thing. The others will find me.
And then, I'll find you.
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Reija Sillanpaa
A wise person said, "Be your own audience". Therefore, I write fiction, poetry and about matters important and interesting to me. That said, I warmly welcome you into my audience.
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