My room is a wild jungle,
Piles of clothes are everywhere,
Empty mugs and coffee stains are lying here and there.
My room is a wild jungle,
Filled with secrets and mysteries that no one can know about,
With its pink walls resembling the warm November sunsets.
My room is a wild jungle,
and so is my head.
N.K.
Piles of clothes are everywhere,
Empty mugs and coffee stains are lying here and there.
My room is a wild jungle,
Filled with secrets and mysteries that no one can know about,
With its pink walls resembling the warm November sunsets.
My room is a wild jungle,
and so is my head.
N.K.
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