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mess exhaustion

My bedroom is such a mess The room of a hoarder It makes me feel depressed I am exhausted when I open the door to it I can barely climb over the stuff and flop on the bed. I would clean it but I am too tired to get started. Start with one box, my friends say. I did that a few years ago. It did not help much. Mess creates depression Depression inspires exhaustion Exhaustion spells nap.

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