she said that I could not have
all the things I wanted
and in the end I found
the span of fortune's decade
and as the years pass by
feeding non-emotion
more of the world I possess
less of myself I encompass
never needing intangible
their joys and their sorrows
why should I care to find
a love to last past tomorrow
and in the end I find
does it really matter
what things we take with us
to be alone with everything
is to be alone…

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