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Is it you who decides if my time's well spent?
Because I didn't leave my room today again.
I could ramble on for hours if the topic fit my interest.
Lately all my words are choked back down
Or delivered as a whisper just to compliment the silence
Of the cold white sheets on my empty bed;
Much too big of a space for the state I'm in.
There's nothing going on in my empty head;
Much too small of a space
For the books I've read to remain.

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