My prison

My house, my relationship, my life, feels like a prison of loneliness and boredom.

I crave face to face conversation, and skin to skin connection.

Never had a problem with my own company, but it’s way past that now.

It creeps into the only haven I have, sleep.

I guess I just need to suck up the courage to put the key of change into the lock to be free of this.

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