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Pacing around a room that deserves to be nameless 

One half smells like bubble gum and the other a burning loosey 

The room is separated by a loose leaf 

Filled with mistakes and aggravation 

Chewing on my pencil 

Like I could eat my way through this frustration and write 

I lay here on the floor 

I sit against the wall 

Pacing turns into miles until the room turns into an adventure