One room, 100% mine. This is all I ask for: to be able to live in a room of my own. I'm tired of tiptoeing through this house, trying to respect other people's belongings. Many times I need to escape. The walls will shield me from the winds of backstabbing whispers. The ceiling offers a shelter from the storm of demanding superiors, and the floor, the base support will keep me from falling through, into the depths of total isolation.

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