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Isolation(An Ode to My Bedroom)

Ode to...


My Bedroom
A Sanctuary
A place to curl up and cry by yourself
Your tears and chuckles burn into the walls around you
Not anymore
My room is empty now
To clean it is to tear it apart
Im torn apart
My room is blank...
I...
Am...
BLANK
I sit in contempt
In this blank spot
Where is the color?
The joy?
All gone...
With time changing
Your aging..
You have to make certain sacrifices
And if that means changing who I must be
Let it start with my bedroom...
A symbol of who I am
Who I was
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