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Money corrupts thy mind

by TheMarshmellow15

You kept complaining 'bout those people corrupting then afterwards you'll be saying Money can't be brought alongside with you on the day that you die. Why are they being so corrupt? Yet why aren't you trying to question thyself? When in fact, you aren't any different. Save, Save, Save That's all you think about Prices, Prices, Prices I thought we were here to survive? Money is an element for survival. Why are you keeping every single dollar? You always count your money as if it is your baby. Complaints are all that I hear each day every time you pay.
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Apr 13, 2015
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Pffttt... Money lover... Keeps a wad of cash inside their bank accounts yet are way too afraid to spend it on things that they like. If ever they do, they'd complain afterwards. What the actual fudge? -_-

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