EMPTINESS IS FULL
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Ownership Is An Illusion

When I look closely at all the things I seem to own
I find that I can never predict how long a thing will last
Or how long a person will stay in my life
I can't know how a thing happened to come into my life
I find that I barely understand the workings of my own body
I can't even predict my own thoughts
Yet I try and convince myself of the security I find in seemingly being the owner of so many things
I hide in constant fear of losing the few things and people that I call mine
Which seem to present an illusion of protection and support
Without ever admitting that I do not understand how anything comes and goes

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