Haunted

Locked away
In this house cold
Living
Lost
In a world I’ve created
Of a time long ago
Where all was simple
And I was happy
Life outside
Moves
Grows
Seasons change
Day breaks
Night falls
I see none at all
Locked in my house cold
It’s here I stay young
As I grow old

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About Lulu

I take pleasure in the simplest of things. But most of all I enjoy the stillness, there is so much I feel in it.
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