The Quiet Room


The Quiet Room with its white, padded walls.

Sometimes I wish they were a different colour, any colour at all.

Sometimes I wish there was noise, even the most annoying noise in the world.

Sometimes I wish it was hard, so hard it would knock you unconscious.

And sometimes I wish nothing at all.


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