A Forbidden Room

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How nice it would be to have,

A room inside our minds

Where I could stash my thoughts, my memories

That I don’t want to rewind

The swirl of consecutive broken melodies

That my brain somehow relives

Stay with me, out of control

A refused gift they give

If I had that room, I would have a place

To bury those vicious things

A pause button to all terrible films

No more helplessness they will bring

Over time, it’ll be labelled the forbidden room

Where things just go inside

And stay there for the rest

Of eternity

The image then shatters

For I don’t , can’t have it

All I can do is run away from myself, for myself

And that too is impossible, isn’t it?

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“If you hear a song that makes you cry and you don’t want to cry anymore, you don’t listen to that song anymore. But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore.”

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This poem got inspired from the above line from a book really close to my heart. Can you all guess it? And after people have guessed it correctly and you know the name, read it!! ’cause its so heartfelt and amazing