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Know you are worth millions because You breathe, but do not feel entitled.           The scraps of mud I give you           You must turn into gold. Treat yourself as a king, But do not ask for a castle.           I wanted you for no exchange,           But you must repay me 'til death. You are the sun and moon Until you cannot give them to me.           Praise me because I love you,           But reject diamonds you deserve Always mistake my greed for warmth, Never ask, but know all remedies, Proudly wear my faults on your back, And your gut and mind do not speak When I'm the one in authority.        Now come, sit, tell me what you       feel?
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Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC
A Gift for an Heir
Know you are worth millions because You breathe, but do not feel entitled.           The scraps of mud I give you           You must turn into gold. Treat yourself as a king, But do not ask for a castle.           I wanted you for no exchange,           But you must repay me 'til death. You are the sun and moon Until you cannot give them to me.           Praise me because I love you,           But reject diamonds you deserve Always mistake my greed for warmth, Never ask, but know all remedies, Proudly wear my faults on your back, And your gut and mind do not speak When I'm the one in authority.        Now come, sit, tell me what you       feel?
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Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC
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