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I look around my room
and see the books, the pictures
the stuffed animals, the statues,
the swords, the art work, the
scatered trophys and medals,
and the boxs of treasures that
i hide under my bed for safe keeping.

These are the few things that truely matter
to me. the things that have my dearest and closest
memories, the ones that i cling to, desire and need to remember.
They represent the good things that have happened in my life.
The things that had special meaning through the dark clouds,
that iv walked through my whole life.

The books that i have collected
that sit upon the shelves, have brought me joy
and a way to escape when my mind needed a break
from the insanity.

The pictures taped on my wall
are memories of times with friends
that have kept me going through out the years.
The ones who i hold dearest to my heart.

The stuffed animals placed all over my room
are trinkets of friendship and old love, and first valentines days,
but most importantly of childhood memories of my first stuffed
animal, these toys brought me comfort when in pain.
Many tears have been shed on them, and arms held them.

statues scattered throught out the room
are my proud moments in my life,
where i did something that mattered.
Where i helped others and made a differance
and someone saw it and awarded me for it.
Symbols of my pride, it made me proud.

Swords passed down to me,
that belonged to my family.
My god fathers swords, who passed
when i was only a baby, too under to remember him.

The art work on my walls, drawn for me
by a artist so skillfull, so gifted and so well
crafted, by such a talent that im astunished
by their beauty, in aue of the artists hands,
and proud that she is my best friend.

The boxs of trophys under my bed
that i hide from the world, is filled with memories
filled with love, secrits, diary entrys, pictures,
letters , poem books, trinkets, and more.
Some given to me, some my own,
but they all are what keeps me going,
and are my treasures

These are the few things that truely matter
to me. the things that have my dearest and closest
memories, the ones that i cling to, desire and need to remember.
They represent the good things that have happened in my life.
The things that had special meaning through the dark clouds,
that iv walked through my whole life.