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Mar 2018
It feels like at this moment,
Time is money,

I used to ask my dad how much he made, not because I wanted his money, but because I wanted to know how much I needed to give him to pay attention to me,

I felt lost and didn't know how to be found, but then I was able to purchase my way back to reality,

The homeless man on the street doesn't know how to purchase a new reality, so that's the one he lives,

These rose glasses are terrible and I want them to be gone, but at the same time I don't know if I could continue to live in the world without them,

There used to be a strong bond in the word love, but we have abandoned it.
It means almost nothing anymore.

We abandoned our realities, and no amount of money can patch what we have since ****** up.
Thebeau
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Thebeau  22/Non-binary/Missouri
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