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Oct 2013
I guess I have always been selfish
You could say my money is on my mind,
I too am out to get mine
I don't care for the rest
I tell myself I do
But beneath all the gold plated lies
The truth
Solid and unchanged
I remain the same
Holding on to every little emotion
As if I could not produce more
I've lost before
I'm no fan of a risk
Written by
James Marin
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