Clutter surrounds me. It piles up on all available flat
surfaces.
It mocks my natural instinct for order and frustrates my
attempts at organizing.
And yet it keeps me company and at times comforts me.
I am not alone. The world has not forgotten me.
All the clutter fattens with daily requests for money,
which I cannot ignore and cannot afford but I can't seem to throw out.
As the clutter stacks up about me I feel powerless.
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