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gardening

my room feels like an inpatient stay
where my mind has wondered off
and explored the garden
she likes sunflowers

the cluttered chaos no longer exists outside my brain
bare white walls
bare lonely bed
bare and sad

some days i forget i exist
the days just jumble together
she has been walking too long
her legs are tired
she can't find her way home

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