Bored
Sitting there,In your room
Nothing there
Except gloom
You see a bed
You see a dresser
You feel dead
With nothing there
To entertain you
To keep you busy
maybe glue
and some paper
but no
you sit there
till tomorrow
when you are
finally ungrounded
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