It doesn't matter.
Whatever MATTER you are made of,
You end up as MATTER.
In Life,
All you gain is MATTER.
All you loose is also MATTER.
Why do you matter? 'You accumulator',
When no MATTER is your MATTER at the end.
Hope this settles your matter,
for all the reasons you give to accumulate the MATTER.
I Wish I am not a accumulator,
But I am,
With deductive reasoning that
MATTER attracts MATTER
(basic law of nature)
So am I, so whats the matter?
The More you accumulate, the more you attract.
A vicious cycle of madness.
Oh God, help me
to break this cycle.
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