Hoarders

Hoarding

What does it hurt?

Specific vaults for Days Gone By

I lost the will to live…

Oh (says the hoarder)–see, it’s still here

bundled up in my stash where nobody will  get to it

It won’t do me any more good, says the hoarder (as though it  ever did)

Feel free to borrow it

The hoarder has taken all the spice

Turned love into unclaimed property

Adoping a “What’s mine is mine” attitude to cover their “If I can’t have it  then neither can you” approach

I am sad for you

You can’t take away happiness

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