The Day I Sold My Name And Myself

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When I sold my name, I was scared. It's strange I wanted to keep it, but at the same time needed the money. To most people, loosing your name didn't mean anything, it was just a normal thing to happen. A name? Its just a word. But it wasn't. To my world, It was an identity, the only thing you had to live by think of all the things you couldn't do if you weren't able to give your name. It's a scar, and once you loose it, you can't get it back.

I know what you thinking. If it really means that much to you then don't sell it. Keep it. only problem is in 2312 poverty is as common as the cold, and money was the cure. Money meant life. for you and your family, but what happens when the money runs out? When you have nothing else to sell besides your self, and a family that needs providing for? Well that is what happens to me now. I sell my-nameless-self.

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 04, 2013 ⏰

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