Clutter

There's people and things that eat up your hours and minutes and minds. But more things will come to prey on your life, and everything that's everything will fade and be buried in the clutter of your mind. Someday when you're older, when you're tired enough to sit down and deal with looking back, you'll find whole lives in the clutter of that pile. And maybe some peeling picture will send you searching for some other time, and maybe you'll find the faces you left behind, maybe you'll have the chance to come back. To say hello. To stay, to say, goodbye.

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