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My soul was not cheap, nor could it stands a price. But who am I in the eye of the salesman? Just another piece of merchandise or the item that keeps business afloat ? Am i no asset or fair trade or legitimate swap. Could the presence of a receipt determine a returned destiny? Was a flaw discovered within my design, lacking perfection, but conquering imperfections or perhaps my season had come to an end? What hanger shall I rest upon? Will I be masked and covenant inside a basket of damaged goods or tossed on a rack labeled clearance, where I am doomed by the hands of greed and Black Friday creeps. If no sale is made where will this soul go? You see my life is like yours and your life be of mine, transaction complete.