My room is an organized mess. If someone were to look at it they would
see a mess,earbuds on the floor.Book stacks everywhere,pillows on the
floor because I dont want them on the bed<span>,makeup on the dresser. Clothes in the dresser but not folded because I’m too lazy to fold them.Cords all over the floor.Most of my stuff is on my floor because my desk is covered with papers.I like my room this way because to me it is organized I know where everything is and really thats all that matters.</span>
They are both the directing to the same thing.
Answer:
I don’t know if this is a poem or not but ur really good u should be a poetic I’m not even lying ur good. : )
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Answer:
see explanation
Explanation:
Mi abuela es un maestra. Ella enseña en la biblioteca.
