The Communal Laundry Room
It's 1 a.m. in the laundry room
And I wait for my clothes to dry.
When I have a vision of a tomb.
In this tomb is my childhood, why?
I realize in this lonely moment...
I am an adult,
I look out the window and see my college.
Mom and dad aren't here to take care of me,
I am here to grow as a person and get knowledge.
I had an amazing childhood, and it will be
With me wherever I go.
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