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just the couch


furniture is nothing but an object unless you decide it is valueable

people are the variable that gives things purpose

you make things matter

the remote to everything's worth lies in your hand like a price sticker gun

only you can see the prices 

only you can make the prices

the way you view things is reliant on nothing but your own priorities

when you love a couch, it becomes worth more

the couch never changed.

someone hating the couch doesnt effect its value as long as you dont waver

we our our own couch in a way

we our the variable

you have the price sticker gun

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