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My tent
Building a tent when I was a child was my everyday hobby
While the kids played outside
I was in my room happy
In a quiet place
Waiting
Hiding
Scared
But safe because I wasn't seen
cocooned up in my safe haven
With no tv
No light
Just me
As an adult
I still run to the quiet
The tree house made for my kids
Is my new safe haven
High up in the trees
No one can see me
I feel the safest there
I have no idea why
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