Words with edges

I was told by someone the other day that my worth is what I value in dollars. I was told that whatever I have worked for and whatever I have achieved is worthless. I was told that it's my failure that people don't shower me with their affection by giving me suitcases filled with money. I was told that love loyalty and the relations of blood are nothing if they don't have euros in the offering. That someone has hurt me really deeply ... Again. I don't know how long I can stand this anymore. I don't even want to reply to these pathetic and loathsome thoughts which go against every thing taught by my mentors and the values which I believe to be present in every drop of my blood.


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