The useless things
are thrown away
because they take
up too much
space
I think I
like to accumulate
useless things
The useless things
make me sad
and I feel
stifle with these
things
Everybody has led
to the accumulation
this things because
they are a
sort of comfort
or replacement
They are wrong
and depressive
They should not
go into the
house because they
make disorder
Slowly I try
to not buy
this kind of
things
It's normal not
to possess these
things because they
are unwieldy
They are cold
and insignificant
Sometimes I'm unable
to stand without
some useless things
They aren't sentimental
for many people
They cannot change
the life or
fill a lack
Some of them
are a loss
of time and
occupy too much
space
They make me
angry and unsatisfied
They make lose
a lot of
money
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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