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prestige


i've heard that fame isn't everything but i want it all i will admit i'm shallow completely devoted to aesthetics cold as ice and hedonistic too is it so wrong to live in pursuit of pleasure? money isn't bad if you use it the right way after all, it makes it easy altruism can wipe away any resentment i wouldn't hoard for myself i'm not like that, i promise but is charity bad if it truly comes from the heart? we've learned to navigate the world with ships made of gold and plastic we pay our way to the top and slide down with vice it's the only way i know how to function how else am i supposed to succeed? i like the finer things in life so sue me if more people did, maybe maybe there wouldn't be terror there wouldn't be pain and there would be beauty wouldn't that work? oh god, make me beautiful make me rich make me happy i don't want to be miserable please?
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