I get blamed for everything.
I feel like I get used as a scape goat or sacrificial lamb.
It's not my fault that I'm so attractive.
I'm really plain by design.
Sometimes I can bend other times I can shine.
Some people desire me.
Some people lust after me.
Some people fight over me.
Some people even kill over me.
Some people tells lies about how much they have me.
I'm often worshiped.
Other times I'm deaminized.
I don't know why people beg for my attention just to turn around and give me away.
I've been know to light up a room or make it go grey.
Some people believe that I can help them do anything.
Other people believe that if their not around me they can't do anything.
I've turned courageous men into cowards.
I've turned respectable women into whores.
I've spawned augments.
I've been the cataloes for wars.
I'm no greater than you.
I can expose you to monetary things that you've never had before ,but that's about it.
You are the creator of your own fate.
I'm merely a tool.
I can't fight all your battles.
I can't make other people like you or love you.
That's totally up to you.
As I said before I'm just a tool.
I only vibrate the energy you put into me.
My life span is much shorter than yours.
Why spend all your time devoting it to me.
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