I want it. I need it. I will use it someday.
If it's broke, I don't care. I will fix it one day.
It was gifted. I bought it. I found it today.
I will keep it in a box way out of the way.
So the stockpile grows because I want it to stay.
I have all my stuff, I am so proud to say.
But it grows and it grows and it blocks all my chi.
And my karma grows stale for it wants to be free.
So I purge it and toss it and give it away.
And I learn to let go of the things in my way.
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