is this a decent essay?

My bedroom. A place that is all my own, I share it with no one. The walls are plain, the carpet is plain, the closet doors, the window and bed are all plain. My handmade wood bed. Has held me ever since I was a child. Made by my “paw-paw”. My warm welcoming quilts made for me by my “maw-maw”.
The closet is full of clothes. Shirts of blues, pinks, and greens. Skirts and dresses for church. Jeans and t-shirts for my “lazy days” The top is filled with Cabbage patch dolls one of my few collections. The bottom filled with all the many odds and ends of my life.
A computer desk holds my school papers from years past. Books, my love. Not only does the desk hold the books its holds the door to many opportunities reading has in store. The wall behind the desk yet directly across from my bed is full of the wonderful world of twilight. Posters of the accident. Quotes and the many magazines in which twilight as an article or two.
The wall adjacent to that is lined with all my shoes. All thirty-six pairs. Blacks, whites, blues, browns, and pinks. Just to name a few of the colors of shoes I own. The line of shoes then leads to my bed. My bed is the most comfortable in the house. Its firm yet soft. Piles of pillows and mountains of quilts. All the items a bed needs.
Under this bed are “monsters” some bad memories of school years past. But yet somehow the memories of those years are some of my very best ones. I place the papers there to remind me that in my room I am the one that decides how things are going to be. That I am free to let go of everything. In my room I don’t have to hold in all my anger and frustrations. I can let of these feelings of madness and chagrin.
My room is my favorite place because it is all my own, I share it with no one. I make the rules and I hold the key to what happens there.
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i wrote this for school. Is this a desent paper? if not maybe some ideas or tips to make it better?

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