The dust piles up
A warning sign of giving up
Dishes,
Not water,
Overflow the sink
A metaphor reaching its brink
No reason to really bother
No warning sign is enough for me to choose sober
I'm falling apart
The problems are located back at the start
I'm just an NPC
There's no reason to really see me
But I exist none the less
Ignored beyond my best
If this is a test
I'm set up to fail like the rest

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