Where I find Comfort

January 19, 2012
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My room, with clothes thrown in every direction sprawled on the floor
My room, where I go when my heart hurts after a screaming match with my mom
My room, where I rest my thoughts from the day

There is no place like my room

My room, the color of a freshly bloomed lilac
My room, where I can hear the birds chirp lightly through a cracked window
My room, where I wake up on a Sunday morning and smell a fresh breakfast

There is no place like my room

My room, peaceful and quiet like a baby with a pacifier
My room, is happy to see me

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