Enter this with an appraisal of my worth. Monthly payments, increasing debt keep this standing still. And... the air I breathe is where I stand. I own my soul to the company store. And spend my days as a corporate whore. Sell yourself to a mundane life. Sacrifice days one at a time for more worthless ornamentation. Money keeps everything so content. So proud of bought luxuries, so unaware of lacking will. End your week with empty hands. Never escaping home grown roots.
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