PILE OF MESS
I am starting to lose myself in this big mess
that I created out of all the fragments of
memories and experiences that I stored.
The clutter I made will not clean up itself
unless I pick it all up with my bare hands
but I just stand here as I watch it all piling up.
I wrote a bunch of poetry back in 2017, it was all over the place. So, I finally retrieved it from my old broken laptop and some were from my old journal pages that I may have forgotten about.
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