I am buying too much I think.
I need to change I think.
I cannot control I think.
The way I buy is still the same.
The way I buy never change.
Is a disgust.
I hate myself.
Now I don't knowwhere to place.
The things, the clutters, whatever.
To discard or not to.
In a war or curfew, I would have more.
There is a temptation to overcome, I think.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem