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Feelings On The Floor

I wake up in my room
To find my feelings scattered across the floor
The spiky heels underneath my bed,
� � �Confidence walking on sexy legs
My body image underneath the heap of jeans in the corner
Oh look -- there are those books that I have to finish, stacked � � � � � � � � � � �
� � �Against the wall
Job applications sprawled out
� � �Inviting me to stick to my commitments
A myriad of unfinished poems only shows my lack of inspiration
Paintings I made that I used to think were beautiful
� � �are tossed aside
� � �As if I am worth nothing
Tons and tons of lists:
� � Lists of Ideas
� � Lists of Goals
� � Lists of Jobs
Things I think are GeNiUs upon conception
But later I conclude to be a load of fairy shit.