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May 2020
I have one window in my room
It’s the worst window you could ask for.
When you look out, all you see is ,my neighbor's house,
No green, No sun, No rain.

Oh but let me tell you, my bed is at a perfect angle where car lights passing by at midnight hit my face.
The window is right in front of where I practice.
Hours a day in front of a missed opportunity, lack of beauty, and a failure of potential.

I can't blame my window for ******* at its one job though
I’ve never noticed, but my room is boring in itself
White walls, white door, messy floor, messy mind

On my walls are scraps of paper lightly pushing me to be “better than yesterday” and to  “have fun when we practice”
The floor having a dozen books half read that I will eventually get to.
A desk with everything to do work with, like pencils, pens, rulers, and a giant framed picture that takes 80% of my work space.

I blame my window for having a horrible view
but my window is having the same issue looking back at me.
Written by
Brandon Diaz  18/M
(18/M)   
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