My Attic

My Attic is my favorite place to be
I go to my attic so it’s just my attic and me
I go there to get out a good cry
I sometimes go there to just sigh
My attic is the place where I can talk
I usually talk and walk
My attic helps me think and calm myself
I sit on this old shelf 
I go up to my attic to remember memories 
I cry
And I sometimes sob

That’s why I love my attic

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