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Jul 2018
If one’s bedroom is a reflection of their mind
And my room is a maelstrom of loose papers, musical instruments, littered with ***** clothes along the floor, rancid, and contains cities of towers of used dishes
And one narrow pathway between the piano and my bed

Suddenly psychology makes sense.
Based on the observation that people’s bedrooms tend to reflect their psychological state.
Written by
Juniper Zed  18/M
(18/M)   
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   Ash
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