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Aside from the normal bed, closet, cabinets, computer, and obvious Mickey Mouse and Nick Van Exel posters; my room is a world of its own. When one walks into my room, I would image that s/he would describe it as messy and cluttered. As, if one walked into my mind ....

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.... took place in my life. Just like the secrets in my room, my soul is filled with emotions and feelings. My room captures the memories from birth till now. Even though I have not lived in this room all my life, I keep the memories in my heart and they show up in my room. From a baby till now, my mind has held a lot on in. It has held death and life, good and bad. It has gone through bliss and depression. My floor too is holding a lot on it. There are piles of clothes all around, and stuffed animals coming out of everywhere. Some say, how could I live with a room like this? I simply reply, the same way I live my life, with happiness an ....