
.
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It piles up
It’s never ending.
No beginning
Goes forever
I try to put it out of mind
Focus my attention on something new
Yet I always end up here
Standing in front if it
No where to hide
Just me and the mess
Ready to be sorted
.
.
.
It piles up
It’s never ending.
No beginning
Goes forever
I try to put it out of mind
Focus my attention on something new
Yet I always end up here
Standing in front if it
No where to hide
Just me and the mess
Ready to be sorted
True that!
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