“I don’t even know what it is, i’m a mess but i’m that mess i’ve hidden under my bed.
I’m the mess my mother can’t see.
I’m the mess no one but me knows about.
I’ve been a mess for some time now but occasionally even i forget about the mess and focus on my clean room.
If I think back long enough I can’t see the mess, it wasn’t always there but now it just gets bigger and bigger.
There’s not a day I don’t leave my room without peeking at the mess under my bed, promising to clean it up when i get back.”

-part2

//Spilled Ink//

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