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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389807" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Reflection Of A Shiny Object (*)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Make as much money as I can…<br>That's my ideology.<br>Let the blood drip through<br>These dead fingers…<br>My money is as dirty <br>As my mind…<br>I don't care about love<br>Much less making it…<br>I don't know how to love myself…<br>Much less how to love someone else.<br>I live for the green…<br>I'm so lost…<br>This is all I got…<br>How can anyone love this? <br>How can anyone love what I've become? <br>I underestimate myself…<br>But no! <br>I can do so much with money…<br>I can travel around…<br>The people around me, <br>Will envy me…<br>And not actually travel with me…<br>But I'll make them envy me…<br>You don't understand! <br>I have nothing left! <br>Best things in life are free…? <br>Ha! No such thing! <br>The good has a high price tag on it…<br>You buy it…<br>And then…<br>And then it becomes yours…<br>All mine! <br>Yeah, all mine.<br>Mine…<br>Mine…<br>Am I sounding like a two year old? <br>No…<br>I need to get my share! <br>You never know what can happen…<br>There's nothing else inside…<br>Empty…<br>Why? <br>Why do I feel so empty? <br>So angry? <br>They just would never get me...<br>Never…<br>They seem like good people though…<br>Oh, but they probably didn't have it as bad as me…<br>I have a reason to be this way! <br>They don't know what it's like to be me! <br>Because they're not me! <br>We have nothing in common! <br>Nothing! <br>Well…<br>We look pretty similar…<br>Have the same emotions…<br>But no! <br>We're very different! <br>Different stories! <br>If only I could have all the money in the world…<br>I would make people bow in front of me…<br>Kiss my feet…<br>Since there's no god…<br>I can play god…<br>They'll fall for it…<br>They always do…<br>Ha! I'm so clever! <br>I can barely contain myself! <br>…<br>You know…I just don't give a f***! <br>I don't give a f*** about children! <br>I don't give a f*** about women! <br>I don't give a f*** about f***ing trees! <br>Trees…chop them up and make me some money! <br>Ha! I'm so clever! <br>I hate those savages…<br>Those hippy a**holes…<br>They don't know how good it is to have power…<br>That's why they don't want it…<br>Yeah…that's exactly why they don't want it…<br>They just like listening to rock and roll…<br>Touching each other's hair with those dirty hands…<br>They're so stupid…<br>Seriously…I don't know how they can live with themselves…<br>You know? For being so stupid…<br>And dirty...<br>With their dancing…<br>And singing…<br>What the f***, right? <br>Grow the f*** up! <br>Get a nice car, nice house…<br>Travel all over the world…<br>Never look like a loser…<br>Never! <br>So embarrassing to be poor…<br>Damn…I'd rather die before being poor…<br>But how do they look so happy without money? <br>They're just stupid…<br>Yeah…that's why…<br>They don't get it…<br>Just don't get it…<br>Their nature, spiritual talk…<br>So boring! <br>They do create some crazy sh*t though…<br>But no…they're so stupid…<br>I don't even get that crazy stupid art…<br>Idiots…<br>They're idiots…<br>Yeah…<br>Hum…<br>Yeah…<br>And f***ing women…<br>I make them my wh*res…<br>Yeah…women are such wh*res…<br>Dumb little wh*res…<br>Yeah…<br>Yeah…<br>Ah…whatever…<br>What the f*** am I doing talking to a f***ing mirror?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Erica+Borges">Erica Borges</a><div class=q>
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That's my ideology.
Let the blood drip through
These dead fingers…
My money is as dirty 
As my mind…
I don't care about love
Much less making it…
I don't know how to love myself…
Much less how to love someone..."></div>
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