Next week.\n\nIt's time to clean my room.\n\nAgain.

The second tool calls my name.\n\nIt mocks me. It claims i'm too afraid to use it.\n\nI face my [[fear|7]]

The place reminded me of the pain.\n\nThe sights seen. Like foul wind in my eyes, mouth and ears.\n\nSneezing fits. It gets to every pore.\n\nRelics of the [[past|2]]

This is a true story. It's a sad story.\n\nTrigger warnings: Automysophobia, Ataxophobia, Atelophobia, Koniophobia.\n\nWe [[burrow|1]] to sights unseen.

I pick up the [[brush|4]]

It hides in every nook and cranny.\n\nThe past reveals itself everywhere i look.\n\nThe particles stay strong and present.\n\nI must do [[what i can|3]]

The past goes.\n\nGoes.\n\nGoes.\n\nFaster.\n\nMore.\n\nGoes.\n\nAlmost gone.\n\nStill things the [[eye can't see|6]]

The broom feels heavy in my hand.\n\nI swing it around.\n\nIt connects.\n\nThe past starts to get lighter.\n\nSee-through.\n\nIt starts to [[disappear|5]]

I tame the beast.\n\nIt's turned on by this display of domination.\n\nI command it to turn on.\n\nIt purrs like a [[well honed machine|8]]

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The room now free of the past, shines with the hope of the future.\n\nI move the machine away.\n\nCarry my belongings back in.\n\nMy room.\n\nMy safe haven.\n\nFree of the chains of the [[past|10]]

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The machine reveals more of the past.\n\nIt sucks it in.\n\nSoon, the past has been eradicated.\n\nTo be replaced by the [[present|9]]