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Sitting here alone in my dorm room listening to music as those around me laugh and go on adventures has made me realize that it's ok to be alone School comes first yes that may be true but so does my health Here at school I sit in my room sealed up brick by brick constantly doing school work I can go out Sometimes I miss my house I miss the hugs I miss the cuddles I miss the warmth of my home Sure school can never replace a home But for some reason I thought it would I wanted the experience like everyone else I want to laugh and go out Be a real teen The leaves are starting to change here It's starting to get cold I am in the fall of my teenage years Next year I turn into a real adult I just want to live my life and not think Instead I sit here and analyze everything in my life Bottles scattered across my desk Along with a clutter also sits an unmade bed A bed that shows worn but also eerily neat This poem is not for pity Life is not everything we imagine it to be when we're young our tiny little feet grow up and our strides widen Life goes on whether we like it or not It all depends on how ready we are for it
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Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 5:22 PM UTC
Life
Sitting here alone in my dorm room listening to music as those around me laugh and go on adventures has made me realize that it's ok to be alone School comes first yes that may be true but so does my health Here at school I sit in my room sealed up brick by brick constantly doing school work I can go out Sometimes I miss my house I miss the hugs I miss the cuddles I miss the warmth of my home Sure school can never replace a home But for some reason I thought it would I wanted the experience like everyone else I want to laugh and go out Be a real teen The leaves are starting to change here It's starting to get cold I am in the fall of my teenage years Next year I turn into a real adult I just want to live my life and not think Instead I sit here and analyze everything in my life Bottles scattered across my desk Along with a clutter also sits an unmade bed A bed that shows worn but also eerily neat This poem is not for pity Life is not everything we imagine it to be when we're young our tiny little feet grow up and our strides widen Life goes on whether we like it or not It all depends on how ready we are for it
#life#college#love#anxiety#hugs#home
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arabella-b
Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 5:22 PM UTC
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