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I own several rare vintage t-shirts, be they skate brands from the 80's, or nike tees with wierd slogans etc from a simliar era. I never wear these tees and likely never will. Sporadically I become scared of them and feel the need to sell them off or give them away, yet I can't bring myself to do it. I want to sell all of my things, all my knick-knacks because while I hold onto them, it makes me feel nervy, strickened, held down. Yet without them I feel I am nothing, as I own nothing but small items of irrellevantism, and hold little, even nothing dear, other than memories. Memories which are fading fast in my riddled cortex.
This small fact is a microcosmic
metaphor of my life, I wonder if it will ever cease, if I will ever belong, ever be content.Somehow, I already know the answer, yet cannot bring myself to resolve it.
This is what defines my failure.