Clumsy [completed]

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My mom came upstairs to my room.

Lately, she's been avoiding me.

She thinks that the silence is fixing me.

Reality check: it's breaking me further.

There are these thoughts,

That just consume my mind.

And hours after hours pass,

And I'm still sitting by the window,

Thinking about where all of the time has gone.

She dropped a file folder off on my desk,

And told me to open it when I'm ready.