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i live in mess. not so much because i hate cleaning or because i'm lazy. not because i'm "one of those people" or because i feel no need to clean. no, i live in mess because my life, my actions-me; it's all messy. it's all crappy and broken. the things i touch, break. the people i love, hurt. the things i do, never enough. in the end people always leave. and when they're gone another mess has swung into my hands. into my life.