I’ll
never
leave
the
house
again
If
that
is
what
you
want
There’s
nothing
out
there
for
me
anyway
Of
that
I’m
confident
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I’ll
never
leave
the
house
again
If
that
is
what
you
want
There’s
nothing
out
there
for
me
anyway
Of
that
I’m
confident
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
That sounds so sad
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I know 😔🖤
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💙💙💙. At least it’s best for the time being with the virus! 🙄
You’re not alone! 🤗
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Depression is a real thing. I know your struggle and strength. I deal with it on a daily basis
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Is it selfish for me to actually want you in more so that I can hear more of your poetry?
I’m sorry
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Not selfish at all! 😉
In or out I hope to keep writing poetry you enjoy either way 😁🖤
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We’ll be locking ourselves away before long (albeit with one loo roll to last until all this blows over)
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Absolutely!! And with only three spirals of pasta a day too! 😬🖤
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My fussili has already run out and I’m not even isolating yet. Done the biggggg shop though. It’s only a matter of days 😦
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Yup 😕🖤
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