When you have everything except the freedom...
When you've lost all the values except material possessions and enterprices...
When you don't help your friend fearing to loose your comfort...
...you are defective.
But they say that I am flawed.
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What if you had everything you ever needed.
And you lost it all?
Would you still love the person who took it all?
Or hate them with every ounce of your being?
(Editing begun)