Run Away
I regret not cleaning my room sooner.
When my mom vacuums,
She cleans around the mess.
And the mess climbs.
This house is a maze.
A maze to my room.
We all have rooms.
I should take pride in my room.
But instead I regret…
Not cleaning sooner…
Until it just became easier…
To pack up and leave.
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