what you have
a big plus from fate of things that don't necessarily fit
A trial of the will
Lack smacked good
Yet you look at all that you have now in disdain
You don't see the value in it
You sit down, pour your drink and nostalgia on
Your personal package of comfort intact
The truths and realities are shun like beggers
Yet they are the jewels of your existance
And the convenient lies are the poverty
The blindfolds are mass produced
What you have is precious
Take from it everyday
Things that don't necessarily fit
Patience and care
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