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My room was a mess
I left an empty plastic bag 
on the floor, by the bed
And when I walked around 
It stuck to my feet
And I shook it off

My room, still a mess
Plastic bag stuck to my feet once again
I shook it off, creating bother 
But it remained on the same stop

Dirty room, bloody tissues around 
Plastic bag next to my bed
It stuck to my feet, burden at it’s finest 
I shook it off and left it there
And it waited for our next meeting 

The floor in my room almost invisible
Drawing lines on my body
I drew what I felt
What I felt as the bag stuck to me
Disturbance built up in me
But it remained in it’s place
It’s habitat 

Floor in my room almost invisible 
Lines on my body
I used to draw what I felt
Now I painted it
And the paint dripped everywhere 
And the plastic bag in my room
It had nothing to stick to
That’s when it could finally get away from me.

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