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Struggling Inside

I guess I don't know what I want

And now I've paced this room at length, 
Twelve foot apart its walls can't be.
For how can one have walked a mile,
Within confines of such a style.

My school work lies forgotten there,
The desk that shades my footprints past,
Velocities and speeds and time,
Are scribbled yet not worth a dime.

A gift is likely worth some thanks,
I have one on that desk that lacks,
The appreciation I might give - 
Yet her I guess I did forgive.

My memories are carved into
This room that fills with items 
Some are mine and some are hers
A shared room is my shared haven.

I'm stuck in some strange in between,
I can't move on, I cannot be. 
But maybe this is life at work
We live and die, there is no mean.

I'm in the crack of darkness in
A well lit room, I'm sinking in.
Above the ground, under my nest,
Behind my closet, and there I rest.



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