These...Things...
HERE'S MY TWO WEEK RESIGNATION.I RESIGN FROM THE POSITION OF BEING HELPLESSNESS. THIS POSITION HAS CONDITION ME TO GROW A BACKBONE,MADE OS STAINLESS STEEL.
TO STAND UP TO YOU AND LOOK YOU STRAIGHT IN THE EYE TO ANOUNCE THAT I'M MOVING OUT.HERE'S THE KEYS TO THE BEAMER AND THE LEXIS.I PURCHASE A CAR WITHOUT PAYMENTS.I GOT A PLACE OF MY OWN.
YOU'RE TO BUSY CHASING MONEY.
YOU FORGOT ABOUT ME. GREED REPLACE YOUR WIFE AND BEST FRIEND. YOU DESIRED THE MATERIAL THINGS. I DEMANDED THE LOVE OF MY HUSBAND. YOU CONTINUE TO FILL THIS MANSION WITH MORE AND MORE THINGS MATERIALISTIC THINGS...
THESE THINGS HAVE BECOME YOUR GOD THAT YOU HONOR AND WORSHIP. YOU'RE A SLAVE TO ALL THESE THINGS THAT WILL SOON CORRODE AND FADE AWAY.TRYING TO FILL A VOID AND PACIFY YOUR HURTS WITH THESE MATERIALISTIC THINGS. THESE THINGS DID NOT BRING HAPPINESS OR GIVE YOU PEACE THAT YOU CRAVED FOR....
YOUR PRORITIES ARE SO TWISTED BECAUSE OF THESE THINGS.
Copyright © Crystal Seals | Year Posted 2008
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