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Behind an anxious door
waits lofty waste. Impenetrable
by foot, stacked beyond
recognition. Paperweighted promises
and heartbroken hopes hang
among depressed dirtiness.
Aged dreams wither into
unrecognizable forms underneath
security blanketed eyes .
Clinging to clutter for perpetual
companionship that never
embraces. Pushing true affection
away for a shiny new
bitterness, anxiety, or
fear. Incessantly collecting
emotions and storing them
away with their
locations forgotten. Replaced
by more clutter. Engulfed
in excess, hoarding
the pain.
