The inability to clean up my room was as powerful as the efforts of trying to clean up my mind

Found that it was pretty difficult to throw waste that only burden me, something as plain as an used post card or simply, -you.

No matter how many times those waste and unimportant things, logically, has weighed me down, we people tend to hoard stuffs until they just pile to the top of the ceiling.

God, I’m an awful hoarder, I collect the memories with you oh so beautifully and trying to connect it with the broken pieces of me.

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