Small things simple things irrelevant things
all to the unequipped viewer
Major things complex things crucial things
all to the eye of the user/abuser
No value to their items that you stumble over
you discard them as nothing
Illusions of your childhood
that has long been dissolved in the reality that drenches you
Wishing for all that you had at that age
because of the supposed simplicity
When in reality
you abstained from the reality that was your own
Wishing for the next set of ideals in your vicious life cycle
that results in the unlikely reality that you hate to love
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