it doesn’t matter.
who cares
where we are?
who cares
what they think?
who cares
about ferraris?
who cares
about dollars?
who cares
about chains?
who cares
about mansions?
materialism.
it’s a temporary joy.
it’s gone as soon
as it comes over.
it breaks us.
it ruins us.
everyone’s jealous.
i have more than them.
but i don’t have them.
it’s empty since
you went away.
i’d give the money
back to have you.
it doesn’t matter.
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