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It's a sad song hearing someone lie to themselves.

Mutually excluding love and success

Making excuses that one means sacrificing the other

They always pick success over those arguments that make you fight to stay together

Forgetting that success does not birth generations

But love always births richness

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alexandria-rae-mason
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Jun 9, 2015
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