by MESGANA
There is a winding walkway that leads to me, it’s made from my hair. There is a closet door and the first thing you see inside is all my hair. To the right is another closet filled with imaginatively styled clothes. Above this closet is a guest room, which I filled with my intelligence. It is stacked with pictures of my heroes and role models, and my favorite books. Next to this room is an office with a messy pile of my silliness. Continuing down the hallway is a closet over-filled with my talents. Going downwards, making a right, there is my kitchen with my favorite music, look that’s Stevie Wonder singing to me. Above my kitchen is my laundry room where I washed all of my bad memories away. Upstairs right above this room is my bedroom. Under the bed is a dark pile of fears. To the left of this room is my bathroom. In the sink, down the drain are my secrets. oing down the hall and out the door is the balcony where my ambitions live. These are my, sure to be successful dreams and wants. My dream to be an attorney, chemical engineer, and a political scientist.
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