The Bedroom

Piles of clothes on the floor reflect the piles of thoughts in my head

A single curtain over the window blocks the light from coming in

The ceiling fan spinning so fast I feel I cant keep track

White walls covered with decorations balance out the nothing

Trapped under these soft blankets I fear I may never escape

Its not fear at all, it's hope that today's the day

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