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As she lay on the satin sheets surrounded by wealth and respect, she wonders, "What do I really own?"
She is answered with nothing. The beauty of riches has gained her nothing but a name well spoken, one whom everyone's heard of. But they whom have heard it shall die one day as she is doing now, and the name like torn shadows will be once forgotten as they were once learned. Like the poison she was given in secret to take her life so soon.
And as she lay there, drowning in her new found misery and pain, she doesn't realize that the love she once gave before accepting the one who gave her riches is still there. The man who accepted that love before her greedy selection to be with one who gave her wealth silently watches over her, with tears in his eyes...each tear a memory.
And where, oh where, is the man who gave her the wealth?

Laying in bed with the cook's eighteen year old daughter, speaking the same words of devotion and desire he once said to his dying wife. The poison she was secretly given...on his fingertips.

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For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620