I feel like my life is full of clutter,
unimportant objects,
they fill my space with unwanted debris,
and overcome my mind.
I can try to sort through sheet after sheet,
but I know it won't help,
each thing represents a part of my life,
these things will never leave.
So I sit in a state of disarray,
while nothing gets done,
I weep over piles that won't be made,
and keep walking during the day.
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