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If a genie would ever appear to me, i would ask him to grand me one wish only. I would ask him to grand me the power of buying. Let me explain... My addiction for shopping has taken me to placed I've been before, to memorized roads, street signs ingrained so deep in my brain. I wear prize tags that are sowed into my skin, I collect receipts like an alcoholic collects empty glass bottles.
You need to see that when there is an addiction the consequences flattered away, the hill becomes a mountain the horizon no longer in sight and pretty soon the new pair of shoes in your closet are not really shoes they are the result of a broken heart the new dress isn't just made of beautiful fabric it's a symbol of depression. It has never been about the trends or being the prettiest. It's a game. A hide and seek game with my emotions. A flustered heart means a closet full of things.
Not until now did a realize that the most expensive things cant be brought and BELIEVE me i've tried. I have tried turning back time by going to the same place, loaning on memories that no longer exist. I've tried to buy love by becoming desirable only to find out that the universe plays the game better than anyone else. I've nevver understood that i cant return any of ripped pieces.
