I enter my room,
it has a fresh new smell.
I play, and new posters
and pictures are hung on the walls.
I get new toys and I have newer interests.
I get a new bed and new clothes.
I get new bruises and other scars from my room.
I get new friends that enter my room.
I Look at my room, and see how its changed,
and now I leave my room, wishing I could stay.
Monday, May 10, 2010
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