Struggling Inside

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 intoThis room that fills with items Some are mine and some are hersA 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 workWe live and die, there is no mean.
I'm in the crack of darkness inA well lit room, I'm sinking in.Above the ground, under my nest,Behind my closet, and there I rest.

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