The less I own, the more I live,
No chains of things, just time to give.
With every purchase, time was spent,
On storing, mending, paying rent.
Possessions filled my space and mind,
And left no room for time to find.
No longer stuck with what I own,
In hugs and games, my joy has grown.
For life is not in things we keep,
But in the moments, rich and deep.
The less I own, the more I see,
The beauty of simplicity.
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