Me Time

Alone, precious moments

Loud music blaring

Or quiet pencils scratching

Paper ripping, tearing

Bright little table lamp

Presiding over stuff

Doodles and verses

Some pretty, some rough

Sweet, calm moments

Invigorating solitude

Wish it could be forever

No stupid people with attitude

If looks could kill

Many would be dead

Breaching my sanctuary

But my anger must go unsaid

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