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Cleaning My Garage

That room that we avoid showing. Where we hide And collected All kinds of things. New year, the right time for cleaning. It was a big mess. It was hard to start. Things need to be organized. Tools, seasonal supplies and lots of trash. I soon realized: "I am a garbage collector" "If the exterior is a reflection of the interior" Maybe my garage is like my mind Full of fear, paranoia, conflicts and trash. I'll let them burn in a good burning bowl.

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