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Pieces of my sanity
Scattered all over
The room upstairs
Is a mess.
Everything accounted for
But the chaos,
Astounding .

Never the type to keep things neat and tidy
I maintain a system.
Inefficient
But still working.
Disorganized piles of like subject
Key items in plain view.

Problems arise when in need
Of what lies buried underneath
Searches breed frustration
I know I could contain this
If I only tried