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My Room

February 22, 2012
By Honor Moshay BRONZE, Los Angeles, California
Honor Moshay BRONZE, Los Angeles, California
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My room was clean.
Every once in a while I would leave my things on the floor

Then you would came in and leave a book on my desk
Sometimes for me to read
Sometimes because you had no where else to put it

You left your old clothes for me: you thought I might like them
Sometimes I liked them, sometimes I didn’t
Sometimes you left them because you had no where else to put them

Now you leave me piles of books and clothes

I try to get into my room
I can’t get in
Because your things were now mine

The author's comments:
I am a current high school junior reflecting on life.

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