I keep everything
from bills to greeting cards;
or toys of my youth
to half-used hotel toiletries.


All my stuff
has its designated place-
in boxes, on shelves,
in drawers.


My collections
span the spectrum;
each in its special spot.


All these possessions
don't make me selfish,
but actually hold significance.


Some people call me a packrat,
a hoarder,
but I'm really just
afraid to let it go of anything.


It's a trait rooted deep
from my relationships,
to grudges,
to these trivial things.

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