the richest man in the graveyard... sold his soul for wealth... buried beneath the rubble now... only he knew how he felt... his memory means nothing here... worldly possesions just couldnt last... his will divides whats left of "him"... leaving the rest to the past.... his life never fulfilling... the quest for money consumd him.... he had to be the richest man... the dollar represents his sin.... let nothing stand in your way... focuse on the top.... self denial... self fullfillment... when does it ever stop?!!
Reason for writing:
who the fuck cares!?!?
Birth sign: Aries
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