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THE PLACE I'D RATHER BE There's a place I'd rather be Than stuck in this insanity It's where I can be free Chill out and be who I want to be The room I'm now in is cold and dark The only sound I can hear is the wild dog's bark I shouldn't be in this room, couldn't, mustn't I'd rather be in the room with my soft, soft cushion My room is bright, I can call it my own In my own place of safety, where I call home My room defines me through my heart, through my soul But I cannot get this because I'm stuck in this hole There's two rooms in my life right now One here, one gone I can't escape the room I'm in It's dark and all chance to return home is gone I know there's only one room that belongs to me It's a room that I call home Lewis Cutts, Age16, Coventry.
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Title Annotation:Letters
Publication:Coventry Evening Telegraph (England)
Date:Sep 14, 2011
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