When I come in sorrow or in gloom
Let it be the kind of place
Where I can come and hide my face
Help me find great happiness here
When nobody else wants me near
Let all my walls be plastered down
With posters and pictures that are profound
And when it's time for me to sleep
It's these four walls that hear we weep
'Cause when I lose love and start feeling bad
I come to this room insanely mad
It's just because it's peaceful in here
And all my troubles disappear
Oh can't you see I love my room
So let it be my living tomb
3rd Poem, Written in 9th Grade
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