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Love Is Going To Kill Us All


She was madly in love with me, and believe it or not, that was why I walked away. Like...I could do anything, and she would suck it up like a boss. We could be in a bar and I see a fine chick, and walk up to her, and she'd not get (too) mad. PLUS.... She was (almost) always broke too... because she always shared her salary among her younger ones -against my advice to save herself first, and GROW her feckin wealth. She called it love. But that's not love...that's low self esteem. So I walked away because she was a sinking ship -a sinking destiny... Destroying herself one lover at a time. Which also explains the poverty myth. To grow wealth, you have to put yourself first. Its easy to sing "mo fe l'owo ju daddy mi o..." But if we love our loved ones more then we love ourselves, then it is inevitable that we struggle all through life. Someone says Jesus died for all, and I say its because he fuckin knew he'd resurrect on the 3rd day. You...do you have backup, I mean you reading this ??? People who do not respect themselves enough to GROW wealth will automatically attract poverty into their lives. Oh well...enough with the sermon. Every Mallam with him kettle.......
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As a writer & a creator, I'm giving you my experiences. But just take what I give you. You ain't got to pry beyond that.

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