Like some of the hardest drugs, I was addicted to needing money. Needing money for things I didn’t need. Addicted to the rush of external validation. An imagined woah from the crowd of people I felt were always critiquing me. Wylin to feel the deja vu of my youth I fell victim to an uncontrolled cycle of poison. Shoes, shoes, shoes, make me feel young again, make my feel full again, take me back to a better place. I stay begging, I stay craving, like some of the hardest drugs, I need money for shoes.
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Addicted for external validation. These words really kicked some sence in me. Thx man
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Haha heck yes, that is what I like to hear! 😁🙌🙏
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Heck yes it is✌
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Haha! This is great! I too have a shoe addiction and I’ve decided there will be NO guilt!😁
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Hahaha love it! Gotta choose your battles wisely lol! 😁🙌🙏
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Oh yes!😄🙌🙏
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