"A cluttered desk equals a cluttered mind..."

Her room so greatly resembles her mind;
Remanents of her childhood stuffed in a corner. Beanie Babies and Dolls fight for their place.
Walls painted a placid green, yet adorned with colorful thoughts. Artworks, in fact, from past times. Some she admires and holds dear, others she questions why she keeps.
An attempt at organization, but more commonly than not, things strewn about.
The furniture, although simple and perhaps classical, hold their own off-kilter qualities, such as neon stickers and peeling paint.
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